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On 7/14/2020 at 3:02 PM, Sjdmuscle said:

👏 as usual spot on! so intense and real! need to reiterate, got to get me a Jay!🤪🤪🤪

After the next chapter, you may need an Eddie... just a teaser....

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On 7/17/2020 at 10:00 AM, Psuace said:

After the next chapter, you may need an Eddie... just a teaser....

It's been 6 days. The teaser is now torture! Shame on you!😭

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Part 12, The Wrestler

 

“Are you sure you don’t want to switch nights with me, Ian?” Colin pleadingly asks me as he looks at me in the mirror.  I have a pair of Lee jeans on and am shirtless. 

“Nope, I’m good.”  I respond cheerfully.  I continue to shave and then brush my teeth.  Colin is standing next to me in sweat pants and no shirt as well.  He is letting his chest hair grow back.  He has a nice coating of orange fur.  I opted to shave mine off this month.  As I brush my teeth, I reach my right hand over to his chest and run my fingers thru the hair, massaging it, and gently tugging it.  He sighs.  I then run my hand over his abs.  He tenses them for my pleasure.  I feel my unit twinge. 

Eddie, Colin, and I have gotten into a nice familiar routine where he spends one night a week with just one of us.  We switch every week and this week it’s my turn with him.  Colin desperately wants to switch and says, “We have unfinished business from last week.”

I spit out the last of the toothpaste and rinse my mouth.  I look at him and raise an eyebrow and ask, “What kind of ‘unfinished business’ would that be?” using air quotes.  He blushes.  “Just as I thought, you just want more time with him.  Dude, it isn’t going to work.”  Colin puts on his best pouty face.  I ignore it and start to shave.  “Go pull up some porn and work out your frustrations there.” 

“Ha-ha Ian.”  He says sarcastically.  He reaches a hand to my unit, rubbing it thru the jeans.  He coos, “I could make it worth your while.”  He leans over and kisses me on my freshly shaven cheek.  I turn to him, pull his face to mine and kiss him on the nose. 

Eddie gruffly yells up from the living room, “You ready 1?  Time’s a wasting.”  

I yell back, “Be down in a minute Eddie.  Colin and I are just working something out.”  I cock an eye at Colin. 

“He better not be blowing you.”  Eddie yells back with a twinge of anger in his voice.  We both giggle softly.

I pat Colin on the chest and back away from him.  I point a finger at him and say, “It’s my night with the big guy.”  I wave a hand over his body, point at his dick, and continue, “Porn is the best way to work out your frustrations.  What do you think I do when you’re with him?”  I cock an eyebrow at him and he mimics it back at me.  We both crack a smile.  He walks over and gives me a soft kiss on the lips.

He turns me around so I’m facing the bathroom door.  He swats me on the ass and playfully says, “Go have your fun with Eddie.  I’ll be waiting for you when you get home.”  I turn to get one last look.  “Just don’t exhaust yourself with him, ok?”  I eye him up and see he’s sprouting a boner.  I wink at him and head to my bedroom to finish getting dressed. 

A few minutes later I’m down in the living room with Eddie.  I’ve put on a long sleeve white t-shirt with the Dewey beach logo on the front in navy blue.  I’ve also pulled on a Duke baseball hat.

Eddie is looking sexy in a muscle T and tight-fitting Lee jeans.  I give him a sexy whistle and he flexes his bicep playfully for me.  I walk over and give him a kiss and feel up his arm.  He wraps his other arm around my back and pulls me closer to him.  He shoves his tongue into my mouth and mashes it around.  We swap spit.  His hairy chest is rubbing against my T-shirt.  I can feel his pecs through the shirt and move my right hand to his left pec and give the nipple a squeeze.  He sighs into my mouth and then grabs my left ass cheek and gropes it like he’s squeezing a tennis ball and trying to pop it.  Now it’s my turn to moan into his mouth.  I can feel his erection starting its ascent. Mine is half-mast as well.

We break apart and take a look at each other.  I run my hand over his unshaven cheek.  I lightly pat it.  I move my thumb towards his mouth.  As it gets close, he ever so slightly opens his mouth and I slip it in.  He starts to suckle it.  Spit leaks from him mouth and covers the part outside his mouth and trickles down my hand to my wrist.  I continue to stroke his jawline with the other fingers. 

He looks me in the eyes, winks, and pushes my thumb out.  He sternly says, “Let’s go.”  He turns toward the door.   I see he has a gym bag next to the door. 

I ask, “What’s in the bag?”

“Surprise.” Is all he says.

“Ok.  Where are we going?”  I ask with some curiosity in my voice.

“Surprise.”  He says flatly.

“Humph.”  He turns at my grunt and eyes me up. 

He raises an eyebrow and calmly says, “If you’d prefer, I’ll take G2 with me tonight, seeing how you don’t seem interested in spending time with me.”  He turns to the stairs and starts toward them.

I put a hand on his chest, stopping him. I eagerly say, “I’m good, let’s do this, big guy.”  I walk to the door, grab his bag, and head out.  Now it’s his turn to grunt.

We walk to his beat up 1986 Chevy 1500 pickup.  It’s tan with a rusted bed, no tailgate on the back, and the passenger door was welded back on after the kidnapping incident a while ago.  It’s his pride and joy and woe-be-tide anyone who has anything bad to say about it.  He keeps it in excellent working condition.  The fact he co-owns a garage is the main reason the piece of junk still runs. 

He gets in the driver’s side and puts it in gear once I’ve pulled on my seatbelt.  We make small talk as he drives us to the surprise destination.  The garage is ok, my work is ok too.  His parents and brothers are ok.  He doesn’t normally talk about them, but I overheard him on the phone with his mom a few days ago.  He was almost pleasant with her. 

My parents are ok as well. Colin and I are their only kids.  Given how raucous we were as kids, they probably didn’t want to take a chance with any more.  I mention to Eddie, “Mom and dad want the three of us to come for a visit in the fall.” He nods ok.  Once the weather turns, central Pennsylvania is a photographer’s dream.  The foliage everywhere is amazing.  Driving thru the mountains along the Susquehanna river is one of the most scenic drives anywhere.  They like Eddie and think he’s a great guy.  He tries to be on his best behavior when he’s around them, but sometimes his gruffness bubbles up.  My mom smothers him with affection and he eats it up.  My dad is always apologizing for Colin and I and whatever grief we’re causing him.  He waves it off saying we’re good kids.  We just need a firm hand to keep us under control.  My dad laughs it off, but we know what Eddie really means and know what will be waiting for us when we get home.

I look out the truck window and see we’re coming up to the local high school, the same one where Jay’s bodybuilding competition was held.  I look at Eddie and see him crack a slight smile, almost maniacal.   As we pull in, I see the announcement board indicates there will be amateur wrestling matches tonight. A smile creeps across my face.  I love watching muscular men grope each other’s muscles and get all hot and sweaty.

We pull in and I see there are a bunch of cars already there.  He parks in a corner of the lot and turns the pickup off. 

Once the car is dark, he reaches his right hand over to my leg and rubs it gently.  His callused hand rubs my quads down to my knee and back.   I can feel his strong fingers through my jeans.  I put my left hand on top of his and we entwine our fingers.  I increase the pressure a bit and he flexes his hand, which causes my body to tingle.  I scoot closer to him on the bench seat.  He continues to rub my leg and starts to get closer to my crotch.  My unit stirs.  He puts his hand on top of my bulge and opens and closes his hand, squeezing it.  It gets bigger.  I sigh. 

We turn our heads to each other and start to kiss, tenderly at first.  His breath smells of Winterfresh gum.  His unshaven face against my freshly shaven feels great. I move my left hand from his hand, which is still squeezing my expanding crotch, to the back of his neck and pull him closer.  He grunts and forcefully pulls my body closer.  I move my right hand to his jeans and grope his unit.  He’s already at half-mast too.

We continue for 5 minutes, enjoying this special, intimate time with each other.  He usually likes to play rough when it’s the three of us together, but when he’s with just one of us, he calms down and is a big teddy bear, all soft and cuddly, and muscular. 

His phone beeps. 

He breaks our kiss and takes his hand off my unit.  He quietly says, “Time to kick some poor saps ass.”  I move my hand from his neck to his right bicep.  I encircle it as much as possible and squeeze it.  He flexes and smiles at me in the dark.  “Like it 1?”  I kiss him in response.  He kisses me back and flexes his arm harder.  He says, “Yeah, my little ginger snap going blow a big load when I’m done with you tonight.”  I kiss him more furiously.  He kisses me back.

His phone beeps again.

He puts his left hand on my chest and pushes me away.  I moan. 

He opens the truck door, slides out, and winks at me.  I can see he’s still at ¾ mast.  I’m still sporting a full boner.  I open my door, grab his gym bag, and climb out.  I adjust myself at best as I can.  I hear him snort at me.  He says, “1, you might as well let it be.  Once you see me in there,” he points to the gym. “You’re going to have such a huge fucking boner, there won’t be any way for you to hide it.”  I blush in the darkness and he sees.  He walks around the truck, puts his meaty arm over my shoulder and we start to walk to the gym.  He softly says, “Don’t worry, half the guys in here will be sporting boners too.  Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them don’t whip them out when they see me up there.”  He laughs at his own joke and pulls me closer.  I can feel his strength and love in the way he’s hugging me.  He leans over and kisses my cheek.  His whiskers scratch me and it feels erotic.

We get to the door and Eddie nods to the attendant sitting under the garish yellow light.  He’s a muscular guy with short blonde hair and is wearing a spaghetti strap t-shirt and nylon sweat pants.  He’s got a Batman tattoo on his left bicep and his ears are pierced.  He’s got a week’s worth of stubble and I see a gym bag at his feet, under his stool.  Eddie gruffly says, “Hey Johnny.”  It would seem all niceness is done for the time being.

“Hey Eddie.” Johnny then looks at me, bobs his head, and says, “Hey 2, how are you?” 

I open my mouth, but Eddie cuts me off and says, “This is 1.”  Now I know the reason Colin wanted to be with Eddie tonight.  Fucker.  I’ll get him back.  I hear Eddie explaining, “Yeah, there are two of them.” 

Johnny laughs and says, “Only you could find identical gingers, you stinking bastard.” He puts his right fist out and Eddie fist bumps him, “The rest of us just find garbage out there.” Eddie grunts in agreement.  Johnny says, “Twenty bucks entry fee.  Same as last week.  Some new guys in there too.  There’s a reserved seat for him down front.”  He nods toward the gym.  “Don’t think we’ll have any problems though.”  Eddie whips out a twenty and we go in. 

I stop once inside and Eddie stops a pace or so ahead of me.  He turns with a questioning look on his face.  I questioningly ask, “So?”

He takes a step back to me, leans in and quietly, but roughly says, “Afterwards, I promise.” He kisses me again.  “Right now, I need to get changed and you need to get to your ring side seat.”  I arch an eyebrow at him.  He laughs out loud and says, “1, you’re going want to see me up close and personal as I man-handle the kids they put up against me.”  He gets close, wraps his right arm around my shoulder again, and we start down the hall toward the locker room and gym. 

There are a couple other guys in the hallway.  Some are big, muscular guys like Eddie.  Some are smaller guys, but still bigger than me.  A few have their girlfriends or boyfriends with them, some are solo.  They see Eddie with his huge arm wrapped around me, letting them know I’m his.  A couple guys nod to Eddie and one or two check me out as well. 

We get to the gym door first.  We pause.  He leans close and says, “Love you 1.”  He kisses me tenderly and continues, “Have fun in there, but remember, when this is over,” He rolls his eyes around the hallway, “I’m going to fucking rock your world.”  He slaps my ass fairly hard.  He turns me around, opens the gym door, and pushes me through.  I hear the door shut behind me.

The gym’s lights are set to light up the wresting ring which is set up in the middle of the gym, while the other lights are dimmed or off.  The crowd at the outer edge is sparse. There are a bunch of men and women talking to each other.  I look around to see if I know anyone, but am kind of glad when I don’t.  The clock on the basketball scoreboard is counting down to what I assume is the start.  It reads 4 minutes. 

I head toward the ring.  The crowd gets thicker.  Everyone is milling around in the aisles, waiting for the start.  I push and squeeze through the crowd, saying ‘excuse me’ and ‘pardon me’ a number of times.

It’s an eclectic crowd.  I see a couple gangs of young teens carrying signs for their favorite guy.  There’s also the working-class crowd; the blue-collar guys who call this their night out.  They’re loud and raucous and making bets between them on who’s going to be the big winner tonight.  I distantly hear Eddies’ name come up once or twice as the overall winner. 

I edge my way to the ring and find my seat. It’s right next to the announcer’s table and has Eddie’s name on it.  As I sit, the guys at the table glance over and nod to me.  I nod back. 

The lights dim in the gym and one of the announcers turns on his phone’s light so he can see the papers in front of him.  He goes thru a couple general announcements, including some general rules regarding audience interference and participation.  Basically, no touching or grabbing the wrestlers unless they touch you first.  Being in the front row, this is good to know.  We stand for the Pledge of Allegiance and the National Anthem.

The lights come back up and the announcer calls the first match.  Wild Bill vs. Machine Mike.  I giggle to myself at the names, then think, ‘what’s Eddie’s name going to be?’ 

There’s a loud round of applause and cheering as Wild Bill makes his way to the ring.  He’s slender, but wiry. He’s about 5’ 9”, 180 lbs., and shirtless.  Deep tan and pearl white teeth.  He looks vaguely familiar.  His muscles are not huge, but I can see them coiling under his paper-thin skin.  He’s got long blonde hair and it’s been combed out to look disarrayed.  He’s got a bandana on as well.  His shorts are a pair of dark brown posers which don’t leave much to the imagination.  He’s barefoot and wearing kneepads.  He climbs into the ring and stomps around, waving his arms, egging people to cheer for him.  There’s a group of teenage girls across the ring from me and they are eating it up.  They have signs with his name and are taking photos with their phones.  He spots them.  He climbs out of the ring, goes over to them and starts flexing his biceps and chest.  Not too bad.  He grabs a camera from one of the girls, gets in front of them, and takes a selfie while flexing his chest.  The girls are groping his body, but he could care less.  He hands the phone back and walks around the outside of the ring.  He passes in front of me and pauses.  He looks me over and winks.  He flexes his bicep right in front of my face.  I suddenly know where I’ve seen him before, at the gym.  He sees my reaction and winks again.  He comes closer and says to me in a low voice, “Hey Ian, have fun tonight.”  He backs off, does a double bicep for the audience and climbs back into the ring.

I realize I’m at half-mast.  I take a few deep breaths to calm down as the announcers introduce Mike. The ref also enters the ring and stands in a corner, just watching the antics.

He saunters to ring, ignoring the crowd.  He’s got sunglasses on and a baseball hat.  His t-shirt has no sleeves.  He’s bigger than Bill, more muscular. He’s about 6’ 1” and 200 lbs.  His chest and arms are fuller.  People are reaching over the rails to try to grab him for a feel.  He shrugs them off.  He’s wearing work boots and camo shorts.  He gets to the edge of the ring, looks up at Bill and sneers.  He slowly removes his glasses and I suddenly recognize him from the gym as well.  I let out a laugh.  How many people here know these two guys are best buddies? 

He stays outside the ring and removes his hat and shirt.   His short blonde hair is neatly combed back and he’s trimmed up his chest hair.  He’s got a good pump going on as well. 

Bill stomps to the edge of the ropes and start jawing at him to get in the ring.  Mike waves him off.  Bill swings an arm and just misses his head.  Mike looks up and his eyes grow wide and an angry look comes over his face.  He points a finger at Bill and starts to yell at him.  With all the crowd noise, I cannot make out what they are saying, but the people on that side of the ring are eating it up.  They’re either yelling at Mike to get in the ring or pointing at Bill to back off.  The guys are eating it up.  Bill proceeds to move to the middle of the ring and throw up a pretty good double bicep.  The crowd cheers and he slides into a most muscular.  I can see sweat forming on his forehead and chest. Mike takes off his shorts and reveals a pair of purple posers.  He also takes off the boots and socks.

Mike silently moves behind Bill and climbs into the ring.  He stands behind Bill and throws up his own bicep pose.  The crowd goes crazy.  Bill thinks it’s for him, puts his left hand to his ear, and reaches his right hand out, egging people on. 

Mike roughly taps him on the shoulder.  Bill’s eyes go wide.  He slowly turns around and Mike smiles at him, and does his own most muscular.  He flexes his pecs a few times.  Bill staggers back a foot or two.  Mike moves forward, crowding him.  They’re head to head, jawing at each other.  I can see some spittle spray out.

Bill suddenly lunges at Mike and catches him around the waist.  He maneuvers himself around Mike and pulls his waist to his body.  He tenses his body and lifts Mike off the ground.  Mike looks astonished and puts his hands on Bill’s wrists, trying to break the hold.  Bill starts to fall backwards and dumps Mike over his shoulder.  They both slam into the mat.  Bill jumps up and dances around a dazed Mike.  He flexes a few times and turns to the crowd, away from Mike. 

Mike leans up, shakes his head, and sees Bill looking the other way.  He stands and moves behind him.  While Bill is doing another double bi pose, Mike leans down and applies a full nelson.  He cinches it in and I can hear Bill cry out in pain.  Mike, being a bit taller, stands up, and lifts Bill off the ground.  He swings Bill from side to side and his feet sway with his body.  His face shows a pained expression.  Mike on the hand, is looking full of himself.  He suddenly releases the hold and Bill falls face first onto the mat. 

Mike puts a foot on his back and throws up his own bicep pose.  There are both cheers and boos.  I boo.  He looks down at Bill.  He reaches down, grabs the posers, and starts to pull Bill up.  Bill gets to his hands and knees and Mike kicks him in his abs.  Bill falls back to the mat.  Mike stomps him on his back.  He then takes a few steps back, raises his arms over his head in a hammerlock.  He falls onto Bills back with his fists and Bill’s body convulses.   Mike flips him over and gets on top of him to pin him.  The ref slides around and starts a count.  He gets to two and Bill raises his left arm, ending the count.  Mike gets to his knees, grabs the arm, and stands, jerking Bill up to his butt. 

Bill swings his right arm at Mike’s abs and punches him.  Mike tenses his abs and absorbs the blow.  He violently jerks Bill’s arm and Bill yells in pain.  Bill tries to punch him again, but with much less force.  Mike jerks his arm again.  He stands and pulls Bill up as well.  Bill is tiring. 

Mike swings the arm around his neck, leans down, pulls Bill close to him, and lifts him up into a fireman’s carry.  He stands up with a huge grin on his face.  The crowd goes crazy.  He walks around the ring.  He’s right in front of me.  He looks down, winks, and starts to do some squats.  Bill’s added weight doesn’t seem to bother him.  Given what I’ve seem ‘Mike’ do at the gym squatting, this is nothing for him.  He pumps out ten reps.  As he does down for the eleventh, Bill grabs the top rope and pulls on it.  This causes Mike to fall into the ropes.  He drops Bill. 

Bill rolls on the mat and quickly gets up.  He moves toward Mike and kicks him in the abs.  Mike tries to curl into a ball to avoid the kicks.  He grabs the ropes.  The ref moves in and backs Bill off, waving a finger in his face.  Bill pushes him aside and moves back to Mike, who is still on the mat near the edge.  Bill gets onto his knees and pushes Mike to edge.  He stands back up, puts both hands on the top rope, and swings his body backward and then forward.  As he comes forward, he lowers his body and raises his legs and straightens them.  He pushes Mike off the edge of the mat and onto the floor right in front of me. Mike groans in pain. 

The people all around me are on their feet and yelling.  I get up and join in.  Bill looks down at Mike, who is on his hands and knees on the hardwood gym floor.  Bill backs up and comes at the ropes again.  He flies through the center and bottom ropes and lands on Mike’s back, dropping both of them to the ground.  I hear both of them groan.  They are both slow to get up.  Bill is closer to me.  He puts his hand on the railing and slowly stands.  He looks at me and whispers, “Fuck that hurt.”  I laugh and so does he.  His puts and evil sneer on his face, winks at me again, and turns to Mike.  Mike is back to his knees. 

The ref is now on the floor with them.  He’s trying to push Bill away, but Bill moves past him to Mike.  He grabs Mike by his hair and lifts him up to the edge of the mat.  He slams his head down.  Mike’s head bounces off the mat in an exaggerated motion.  I laugh.  Bill does it again.  He goes for a third time, but Mike puts his hands on the mat and halts it.  Bill’s eyes go wide.  He tries again with more force, but Mike flexes his arms and chest and Bill can’t move him.  He backs away. 

Mike slams the edge of the mat, the crowd cheers. He looks at Bill with wide wild eyes and starts toward him.  Bill continues to back away, but stumbles over the corner of the ring.  Mike smiles and closes the gap.

He reaches down, grabs Bill’s hair in one hand, and pulls him to his feet.  Bill puts his hands on Mike’s and tries to make him let go.  Mike punches him in the abs. Bill doubles over. Mike pulls him back up and punches him again.  Bill sags.  Mike pulls him back up to standing.  He closes in so they are body to body.  He reaches down and slips his left hand between Bill’s legs and puts his right arm on his right shoulder.  He stands up and pulls Bill up so he is horizontal across his sweaty chest. 

He parades Bill around the ring with no signs of tiring.  Just for kicks, he pumps him up and down a few times.  He gets to the far side of the ring and slams Bill’s back into the ring post.  Bill screams in pain.  Mike does it again. 

He hefts Bill over his left shoulder and goes to the steps leading into the ring.  He easily climbs them.  At the top, he turns around, faces the crowd, and dumps Bill over the top rope.  Bill lands in a heap.  Arms and legs splayed in different directions.  His eyes are closed. 

Mike confidently slips between the middle and top ropes and uses his foot to push Bill onto his back.  As Mike lowers himself to cover Bill for the pin, Bill’s eyes pop open.  He quickly wraps his right arm around Mike’s neck and jerks him down to the mat.  He rolls on top of Mike and wraps ups his legs, putting him into a small package hold.  People go crazy cheering.

The ref slides into position and starts to count.  Mike is struggling to get out.  His arms and legs are flexing and straining.  Bill holds on for dear life.  The ref gets to three and slams the mat.  Bill wins and the crowd roars.  He immediately let’s go, jumps up, and away from Mike. 

Mike slams the mat in frustration.  Bill dances around, flexing and beating his chest.  The ref comes over to him and raises his arm.  Bill pumps his fist a few times and gets more cheers.  I clap loudly and whistle a few times.  The announcers pronounce Wild Bill the winner.  Both guys leave the ring.  Mike heads right back to the locker room.  Bill wanders around the ring, flexing some more and getting more pictures taken.  He comes to me.  I pull out my phone and take a selfie with him.  He slaps me on the back and heads off. 

I send the photo to Colin with the message, ‘Look who I ran into tonight.’  I add a smiley face emoji.

A few minutes later Colin sends a text back with a thumbs up symbol and adds, ‘Hope you’re having fun.’

The announcer taps the microphone and announces the next match.  Clay vs. Bear.  I giggle again.  I wait to see who comes down the far aisle.  I realize I have a direct view up to the doors if I stand up.  I glance behind me to make sure I won’t block anyone’s view and then stand.  I start clapping as the doors open and Clay walks down.  It’s Johnny from the entrance. 

He’s stripped down to a pair of neon red posers and white wrestling boots.  He’s got bicep bands on both arms with matching neon red streamers on them.  The bands are pulled tight and make his biceps look huge, which they are anyway.  His chest is pumped and I see he’s sweating a bit already.  He’s walking down and waving his arms up and down, getting the crowd riled up again. People are cheering a whistling at him.  His blonde hair has been spiked, and when he turns around, I can see the back of his posers say “Winner” on them.  Good omen, I hope.  He struts around the ring like Bill did, taking selfies with fans and flexing his arms for people to gawk at and touch.  He sees me and comes right to me.  I pull my phone out and take another selfie.  He leans in close and whispers, “This will be a quick one for me. Don’t go anywhere, Eddie is up next.”  He proceeds to stick his tongue out and flexes both arms. I snap a few more photos, turn, and nod to him. He cracks a smile and heads off.

I feel a tap on my shoulder.  I turn to see two kids, probably under the age of 10, with their dad.  The dad is grinning at me.  I stoop down and get close to the kids.   Their eyes are lit up and they have huge grins on their faces as well.  They excitedly ask, “Do you know all the wrestlers?” 

“Just some of them.”  I say and wink.

The older one, who is probably 9ish and has wavy brown hair and a blue t-shirt with Clay’s photo on it, says. “Man, I wish I knew them.  I’d love to get some photos like you did.  Clay is my favorite.”  His younger brother nods in agreement.  He was the same brown hair, but it is crew cut.  He is also wearing a Clay t-shirt, but his is red.  I hold up a finger and stand back up. I look around the ring and see Clay on the far side.  He’s looking around the ring, still hamming it up.  He looks in my direction and I wave at him to come back over.  He nods slightly.  He works his way around the ring again, a bit more quickly as time is probably running short.  He gets back over to me and leans in.  He sarcastically says, “Another photo for my adoring fan?” 

I laugh with him and say, “No, but two of your biggest fans would like to get a photo with you.”  I step aside and the two kids behind me are grinning again. Clay nods to me.

He motions for the kids to come closer.  They hesitantly slip between the chairs.  I step to the side so I’m not in the way.  Clay gets down on one knee and brings the kids in close, one on each side.  The father gets in position to take the photo.  Clay does a double bicep flex behind the kids’ heads and sticks his tongue out again.  After the father snaps a couple more photos, he gives Clay a thumbs up.  Clay, still on one knee asks the kids, “What are your names, guys?  I like to be on a first name basis with my biggest fans.”

The older one exuberantly says, “Randy.” 

The younger one quietly says, “Warren.”

Clay says to both, “Well gentlemen, I hope you’re ready for these guns,” He flexes again and both boys stare at his arms, “To put a hurting on this Bear fella they have me up against.”    I kind of stare at them too.  Wouldn’t mind lathering some saliva on them. He bounces his pecs as well. 

The announcer is introducing Bear.  Clay does one more flex, stands up, claps me on the shoulder and wink in gratitude, and turns to climb into the ring.

The father leans in to my ear and says, “Thanks.  That means a lot to them.” 

“My pleasure.”  I shake his hand.  “If one of them wants to sit here for the match, I’d be happy to swap seats.”  The eyes of both boys grow wide. 

Randy quickly says, “Me, me, me.  Oh, me.”  Warren jumps up and down with his hands on the folding chair, but can’t get the words out.

The father says to me, “Are you sure?  We don’t want to impose?”  I wave him off.  He looks down and says to his boys, “Warren, you can sit there for the first five minutes, then Randy gets the next five.”

Randy immediately says in a pouty voice, “But I want to be first.”  His father instantly holds up his index finger.  Randy quiets down and crosses his arms over his chest with a frown on his face.

I move to the side and Warren slips up front.  I slide to their row and take his seat.  The father nods to me again over Randy’s head. 

Bear has been introduced and both guys are on the ring.  From the name ‘Bear’, I was expecting a big burly muscle guy covered in hair from head to toe.  Instead, the guy is hairy, but he’s got more of a gymnast build.  His muscles are subtle and he looks to be about 5’ 8”, maybe 175lbs.  I’m sure he’s strong as fuck, but probably not a match for Clay who is 6’2” around 250.  He has on a one-piece green singlet and his crotch is pushed forward.  No modesty there.  He’s got long brown hair which has been pulled into a ponytail.  He’s wearing white wrestling boots as well.

The bell rings and the guys start to circle each other.  Clay outweighs Bear by a good seventy-five pounds.  Clay was right, this may be a quick match.  I absently watch the match, thinking about what Eddie will be wearing and who he’ll be up against.  I dream of him wrestling me, his sweaty muscles holding me tight and his body right up against mine.  He’s got me pinned to the mat and his full weight is on top of me.  His unshaven face is rubbing against my cheek.  I can hear him grunting and feel him maneuver his left leg between mine, widening the space between them.  I know what he’s up to. 

There’s a roar from the crowd and I come out of my dream.  I sense I’m at half-mast.  I glance around, but the kid and his father are concentrating on the match.  I look up to see Clay has hoisted Bear onto his shoulders and is parading around the ring.  One of his mammoth arms is locked around Bear’s neck.  The other is between his legs, holding him securely to his shoulder.  Bear looks tired.  His left hand is on Clay’s right pec for support.  His left hand is on his back. 

Clay moves to the center of the ring and adjusts his stance.  He plants both feet about shoulder width apart.  He moves his hands around on Bear’s body and I see Bear interlock his legs.  Clay them squats down a bit and pushes upward.  He lifts Bear off his shoulders into a full press.  Bear is still using his hands for support, but from looking at Clay, it’s probably not needed. 

Clay shakes his head up and down and slowly turns around, showing off his strength.  After a full rotation, he turns to face our side of the ring.  He sees Warren in the front seat.  He winks right at him.  He brings Bear back down, but onto his chest.  He holds him there for a second, then spins him around and body slams him into the mat. We can hear Bear cry out in pain.  Clay is laying on top of him.  The ref slides into position and starts the three count.  He gets to two and Clay jerks Bear up by his arm.  He’s not done yet.

I poke the father in the shoulder.  He looks over and I point to my watch and indicate the kids may want to switch as the match may not go much longer.  He gives me a thumbs up.  He taps Warren on the shoulder and motions for him to switch.  He hesitantly does it, while still staring at Clay.  Randy jumps into the chair and immediately stands up and starts clapping and cheering. 

Clay is standing over Bear and has a fist full of hair.  Bear is on his knees.  He takes a shot at Clay’s midsection, but there is too much muscle there for him to cause much damage.  He takes a few more shots. Clay tires and swings his left arm down over Bear’s back.  He falls back to the mat.  Clay puts on foot on him and does a double bicep pose and puffs out his chest.  The crowd roars as do Warren and Randy.  Clay kisses each bicep and then looks down at Bear.  He reaches down and grabs a hand full of tights and hauls him up. 

When Bear is back on his knees, Clay reaches down and puts both hands under his arm pits.  He hauls him up into a bearhug.  How appropriate.  Bears arms are over Clay’s left shoulder and his legs are a good foot off the ground. Warren slaps Randy on the back and he turns with an ear to ear grin.  I guess this is Clay’s signature move. 

Clay clamps in the bearhug and thrashes Bear from side to side.  We can hear him crying out in pain.  I can’t tell if it’s real pain or not.  Clay squeezes again, the veins on his biceps becoming prominent, and the ref moves to the back and is asking Bear if he submits.  He shakes his head no.  Clay jumps up and down a few times and Bear screams some more.  The ref asks again and this time we can see Bear shake his head yes.  The ref waves his arm for the bell.  It rings and Clay un-ceremonially releases him.  Bear falls onto his back in the middle of the ring, writhing in pain.  He puts his hands under his lower back to help ease the pain. 

The ref holds up Clay’s right hand.  He flexes his left bicep.  The kids go crazy.  Clay turns toward us, points at the kids, and goes into a most muscular pose.  The kids clap and cheer.  He waves to them and gives them a thumbs up. 

He exits the ring and about 30 seconds later Bear rolls out and hobbles back to the locker room. 

The kids are reliving the match between the two of them.  Fake punches are thrown and Randy attempts to lift Warren into a bearhug.  At this point their dad steps in and tries to calm them down.  He pulls Randy back into his seat and motions for me to move back up.  I nod. 

I sit down and wait for Eddie to make his entrance.  I feel and another poke on my shoulder.  I turn to see both kids right there.  Randy, still excited about the match says, “Thanks for letting us sit up front.  It was very nice of you.”  Warren shakes his head in agreement.

I respond, “It was my pleasure guys.”  The father nods.  I continue with a big grin on my face, “Just so you know, for the next match, I’ll be as loud as you were.”  Their eyes go wide.  “My friend Eddie is up next.  He’s a big guy, just like Clay is.”

I run to the bathroom.  As I’m returning, I hear the announcer introducing the next match.  He says it will be a handicap match, 2 on 1.  My eyes go wide in anticipation and I hurry back to my seat.  As I sit, he starts to introduce the two guys as they make their way to the ring.  First guy is Sam.  5’7”, 130lbs., shaggy blonde hair, slight build.  He’s wearing orange trunks and flip-flops.  The second guy is Travis.  A bit bigger at 5’9”, 150lbs.  He’s also got shaggy blonde hair and is wearing purple trunks.  I take a closer look and they may be brothers.  Guess Eddie likes to play around with brothers no matter what he’s doing.  They get to the ring and wander around, slapping hands, flexing their arms.  Not too impressive, but they’re good at putting on a show. 

The lights go dim, the announcer goes into a deep voice and says, “And now, their opponent, weighing in at an impressive 245lbs. and 6’3”, mean as a grizzly bear, stronger than 2 gorillas, the one, the only… Bbbeeaasssttt……”  I chuckle to myself and think, padding his stats a bit.

A spotlight goes to the far door and it slowly opens.  Eddie is standing there, wearing shiny gold boxers and a cape, with the hood pulled over head, hiding his face.  He twitches his neck to the left and comes thru the door.  He’s looking at the floor and he is barefoot.  People immediately reach out to touch him, but he masterfully avoids everyone.  He makes his way to the ring.  Sam and Travis are both on the ring apron on my side watching him approach.  They are talking to each other.  

Eddie arrives at the far side, looks up at his opponents, and removes the cape. He stares at them icily.  He’s pumped.  Chest and arms are inflated like his been working out for an hour.  He already has sweat dripping off his head and nipples.  His arms have a sheen to them and the hair on them is matted down.  I think to myself, ‘these kids are in for a hurting.’

I suddenly realize the crowd has been going crazy.  People are howling ‘Beast’ and the clapping is almost over-whelming.  I let out a loud whistle and start to clap as well.  He doesn’t even look in my direction. 

He climbs up onto the ring on his side and slips through the ropes.  The bell rings and Sam climbs through the ropes to grapple with Eddie first. 

They circle each other and Eddie continues to stare at him with an intensity would scare most men.  I can see Travis yelling at Eddie from the ropes.  Eddie turns to him, points a finger at him and yells, “Don’t worry little boy, once I’m done with this one,” he points to Sam. “you’re next.”  Travis waves him off, not a smart move.  Eddie takes a few steps toward him and fake lunges at him.  Travis moves quickly to avoid any reach for him.  Eddie smirks and turns back to Sam.  He stops, raises his left hand to waist level, palm up, and curls his fingers in a ‘come on’ motion.  Sam hesitantly approaches.  Eddie raises the hand up high, coaxing Sam to intertwine his fingers in a test of strength. 

Sam approaches and reaches his hand up, but he is too short, by a good 6 inches.  Eddies smiles and lowers his hand to meet Sam’s.  Their hands come together.  Eddie immediately pushes down and Sam uses as much strength as he can muster to keep his hand up and to keep from crumpling to the mat.  He adds his other hand, to try to help him fight back.  Eddie laughs and adds some more pressure.  Sam goes to his knees.  Eddie keeps it up.  Sam tries to release the hold, but Eddie won’t let him.  The ref moves into position and asks Sam if he surrenders.  He shakes his head no.  Eddie raises his arm, pulling Sam to his feet.  He raises it higher, making Sam go to his tippy toes.  They are now chest to chest and I can see Eddie jawing with him. 

He suddenly releases the hold, but quickly brings both arms into a bearhug position, under Sam’s armpits.  He tightens his grip, lifts Sam off the mat, and starts to squeeze.  Sam’s face contorts in pain. 

Travis comes thru the ropes, behind Eddie, and swings his arms, in an axe-chopping motion, across his back.  Eddie hardly notices.  Travis takes another shot and this one has the desired effect as Eddie releases the bearhug.  The ref moves between Eddie and Travis, puts a hand on Eddie’s chest, holding him back, and yells for Travis to get out of the ring.  Eddie looks at Travis with a sneer on his face and takes a step toward him.  Travis quickly gets out of the ring.  Eddie turns back to Sam and sees him charging at him, head down.  He hits him in his waist and puts both arms around the small of his back, in hopes of causing some damage.  He starts pushing, hoping to move them to the ropes.

Eddie stands there and pats Sam on the head, laughing.  He reaches his hands behind him and grabs Sam’s wrists.  He slowly, easily pulls them apart, even though Sam is struggling to maintain the hold. He brings them around to the front and raises them up.  They are face to face.  Eddies shoves the hands backwards and Sam falls to the mat. 

Eddie seems to be tired of him.  He grabs one of his legs and drags him to his corner, within reach of Travis.  Sam leans up and Travis eagerly tags hands.  He jumps thru the ring and comes at Eddie.  They get into a collar and elbow tie-up.  Again, Eddie has a height advantage, but Travis puts up a good fight, pushing with his legs.  They walk around the ring a bit, but Eddie breaks the hold, and maneuvers behind Travis and slips him into a full nelson.  Once he cinches it in, he leans back and raises him off the ground.  He’s barely trying.  Travis on the other hand, is flopping around like a fish out of water, trying to get out of the hold.  Eventually Eddie tires and hold and releases it. Travis falls to the ground. 

Eddie immediately leans down and puts his fingers into his traps, squeezing the muscles on both sides.  Travis instantly shrugs his shoulders in an attempt to ease the pain.  Eddie just intensifies the pressure. Travis screams in pain.  Sam slips thru the ropes and leaps on Eddies back.  He tries to lock in a sleeper hold, but his arms aren’t strong enough to cut off the air.  Eddie straightens up, releasing Travis, and reaches an arm over his head, getting a hold of Sam.  He yanks forward and Sam comes flying over him and lands on top of Travis.  They slip onto the mat in a heap. 

Eddie now looks in my direction, sees me, arches an eyebrow momentarily, and turns away.  My unit tingles.  Something is about to happen and I’m going to pop a woody.

He looks back at the kids, reaches down and grabs them each by their hair.  He pulls on the hair, making them both stand up.  They are facing away from him.  He lets go of the hair and they lean on each other for support. 

I think I know what he’s going to do.

He moves in behind them, squats down a bit, reaches his arms out around their waists, and grabs both of them at the same time, interlocking his hands in front of them.  They have no time to react.  He pulls back, pulling them to his sweaty body, and stands up.  He’s got them in a double bearhug.  He leans his head back and lets out a roar. 

The crowd goes wild.  A lot of people are standing, cheering, and clapping, including myself.  I feel my boner get harder and try to start an upward movement.  My jeans are just tight enough to prevent it from happening.  Unfortunately, they are also just tight enough that if anyone glanced in that general area, they’d see a hard-on forming. 

Eddie parades around the ring with the boys still in the bearhug.  He gets to my side. He glances at me again, looks directly at my crotch, as if he’s making sure I’m hard.  He nods ever so slightly and moves on.  After a full circuit, he goes back to the center of the ring and un-ceremonially drops them.  They collapse in a heap again. 

Eddie casually tosses up a bicep flex.  The roar from the crowd increases.  He leans down, grabs Travis by an arm and pulls him to a standing position.  Once up, he bends down, hooks a hand around Travis’ neck and slips his other hand between his legs.  He lifts him into a backbreaker and starts to pull down with both arms.  Travis is howling in pain.  Eddie widens his stance to make sure the weight is evenly distributed.

Sam stumbles to his knees and crawls in front of Eddie.  He tries punching him in the abs, but to no avail.  Eddie just flexes and the punches bounce off.  Sam takes a different approach.  He quickly lifts his right arm up, between Eddies spread legs, and nails him in the balls.  The crowd gasps.  Eddie’s eyes go wide for a moment, then the pain hits him.  He lets go of Travis, who falls backward off his shoulders and tumbles to the mat.  He falls to his knees and puts both hands on his ball sac.  His face is still contorted.

Sam slowly gets to his feet, swings one leg back, then swings it forward, hitting Eddie in the chest with the inside portion of his foot.  Eddie’s body absorbs as much as it can, but I can still hear him say ‘ummph.’  

Sam gets behind him again and tries to lock-in another sleeper hold.  He has more luck this time.  As he cinches it in, Eddie, still in pain from the ball shot, is in no position to move a hand from his crotch to his neck.

He starts to fade.  He puts a hand on the mat to keep from falling forward.  His eyes flutter.  The ref comes around in front of him and raises an arm.  It flops down,’ uh-oh’.  He raises it again, same result.  He does it a third time, but it doesn’t fall.  Eddies shakes his arm and his eyes bolt open.  My unit swells.  The fingers of the hand on the mat splay open for him to balance himself.  He steadies himself and starts to stand up with Sam still applying the sleeper hold.   He shakes his head and Sam’s grip loosens.  He tries to cinch it back in, but has no leverage as he is hanging off Eddies back, about a foot off the ground.

Eddie walks to a corner of the ring, turns so he is facing outward and steps back, crushing Sam into the corner.  Sam yells in pain, but tries to keep the hold.  Eddie does it again, and Sam releases the hold and falls into the ropes.  Eddie glances at him, making sure he isn’t going anywhere and heads to Travis.

Travis is still lying face down on the mat.  Eddie gets over him, lifts him up by his armpits and carries him to the corner.  He shoves him into Sam so they are face to face.  Both guys are exhausted and just stand there, supported by the ropes and each other. 

Eddie turns to the crowd, raises his arms to egg them on, which we do. He looks back at the guys and moves to them.  He gets really close, squats down some, puts his arms around both of them again, and locks his fingers together.  He braces his legs and lifts both guys off the mat again.  The gym goes wild.  His biceps are bulging, his chest is heaving, sweat if pouring off his head.  He’s got a maniacal look in his eyes.  He takes three steps backward, pauses, turns and jumps up, then smashes both guys into the mat, with his full weight landing on both of them.  They cry out in pain.  I wince with similar pain, but have a huge smile on my face.  My unit is erect and snaking down my pants.  Eddie looks over at me, sees me smiling and can probably see my erection.  A slight grin comes over his face.  He rolls Travis off Sam so they are lying next to each other on the mat.  He sprawls out over both of them, lounging over them like they are cushions on a sofa.   The ref slides into place and Eddie flexes his left bicep as the ref counts to three.  At the count of three, the bell rings, and he slides off the guys.  They don’t move. 

Eddie faces the front of the ring, tosses up a double bicep pose and the crowd cheers.  He faces the crowd opposite of me and does same with the same result. He turns the next side and does a most muscular.  When he faces my side, he looks directly at me, sees my erection, and does a double bicep then a most muscular.  I almost lose it.  A huge dollop of pre-cum escapes and soaks my jeans.  He sees it and smirks. He tightens the most muscular one more time, then releases it. 

He climbs out of the ring and wanders around, getting slaps on the back and fist bumps from everyone.  When he gets to me, I pull out my phone and hold it to take a selfie of the two of us.  He gets really close and whispers to me, “Locker room, 2 minutes.”, then is gone. 

Randy and Warren are staring at me.  The dad has a knowing look on his face.  Randy says with awe in his voice, “You know Beast?”

I proudly say, “Yes, I do.”  I add, “Look guys, I need to head out.  You are more than welcome to sit here for the rest of the match.”  The father nods to me.

Warren shouts, “Thanks man, that’s awesome.  Randy, you hear that, we get to sit in the front row.”  He’s shaking Randy’s arm, trying to high five him.

I give each of them a fist-bump and shake the dad’s hand.  He whispers to me, “Have fun with your Beast.”  I wink to him and we both laugh.

I literally run up the aisle and out of the gym.  I turn toward the locker rooms and head down the hallway.  There are a bunch of wrestlers and fans hanging out in front of the doors.  I move between them hesitantly and pull the door open.  There are a couple more guys inside.  I see Clay/Johnny talking to Bear, going over their match.  I head toward them.  Johnny sees me and nods.  He turns his head to another area of the locker room and points.  I nod and head that way. 

I turn a corner and see Eddie, still in his posers, waiting for me outside the communal shower.  He’s got a bulge of his own going on.  I hear the showers are on and there is some steam coming out.  I strip off my shirt.

I get close to him, look him in the eyes, and coo, “Hey Beast.”  I run my right hand up and down his sweaty left arm, pausing on his bicep.  He instinctively flexes and I grope him.  He reaches his other hand around my back, cups my ass, and roughly pulls me to him.  I can feel his erection and it’s getting larger. 

We kiss, roughly at first.  He mashes his mouth to mine.  He moves both his hands to the sides of my face and holds me against his.  His tongue violently invades my mouth and is wrestling with mine.  His fingers are massaging the sides of my face, and the back of my neck.  His warm breath is pushed into my mouth and then sucked out by his heavy breathing.  His body is on fire and the heat is flowing off him, warming me up. I take a step closer.  We are now body to body.

I clumsily move my hands between us and undo my belt.  I unzip my pants and struggle to push my pants to the floor.  My erection is partially free and instantly pops up, tenting my boxers.  He feels it and chuckles.  He breaks our kiss and gruffly says, “Knew you’d be hard Ian.”  He goes back to kissing me. 

I suddenly realize he said my name.  He never says our names, always just 1 or 2.  I push back from him and stare at him with a quizzical look on my face. He stares back and says, “What?  I know your names.  Even though I may never say them, I know them.”  I continue to stare in wonder. 

He gently kisses me on the nose, slaps my ass, and quietly orders, “Get naked, now.”  He backs up and strips off his posers.  His dick flops out, ¾ hard, veiny, and hairless. I proceed to sit on the tile floor and whip off my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear.  I stand back up, fully erect, and he smiles at me.  He closes the gap between us and pulls me into a more loving embrace.

As we hug, he slowly walks us back into the shower area.  The steam engulfs us.  He starts to kiss me again.  His unshaven cheek rubs against my smooth one.  I shiver and my unit twinges again.  I need to reign myself in.  I don’t want to cum too quickly.  I put my left hand on his chest and massage his curly hair.  He flexes his right pec and it gently grope it.  I pull on his erect nipple.  He moans into my mouth, cups my right ass cheek, and pulls me closer, smashing our bodies together.  Now it’s my turn to moan.

I feel his unit grow and rise up between my legs.  The head starts to poke the underside of my body, between my dick and hole.  He slowly slides himself forward and back.  The steam provides the moisture needed to make both our bodies slick.  I move my arms to his neck and wrap them around. 

He flexes his dick and I feel my body raise up a few inches.  I help out by leaning up onto my tip-toes.  His hands are now cupping both my ass cheeks.  He starts to knead them like balls of dough.  His rough muscular fingers massaging each cheek, spreading them out, then mashing them together.  I continue to kiss him, now with more fervor. 

As he pulls my cheeks apart, I feel both his index fingers make their way to my hole.  They gently massage the area around it.  I relax my body and it goes slack.  He easily lifts me and pushes me back against the tiled wall.  I wrap my legs around his mid-section.  His tight muscled body effortlessly holds me up. His fingers poke at my hole.  One slips in.  I pause my breathing.  When it’s in, he swirls it around, coaxing me to relax more so his other finger can slide in as well.  I intensify our kissing and he responds in kind. 

I playfully clamp my hole shut with his finger inside.  He starts to withdraw the finger, but I clamp harder.  He breaks our kiss, leans to my ear, and whispers, “Let big daddy have his fun and he’ll make it worth your while.”  He licks my ear lobe then suckles it.  His tongue rasps the cartilage of my outer ear and I feel it spread warm moisture into my inner ear.  I sigh and relax my body again. 

I feel his second index finger at my hole, just patting it.  His other finger is still inside, maneuvering around, widening the area.  I feel the second finger intrude and pop in.  I squirm to adjust to the added presence.  Eddie just stands still and lets me get comfortable again.  Once I’m ready I lower my ass onto his fingers and he pushes them fully into me.  I break our kiss and lean my head onto his muscular shoulder.  I nibble at his clavicle to take my mind off his fingers in my ass.  He breaths warm moist air into my ear again.  My body shudders and I feel a glob of pre-cum ooze out and coat our abs. 

He feels it as well and coos into my ear, “That’s right ginger snap, getting primed to burst an impressive load for your muscle daddy.”  He lovingly bites my earlobe.  I rake my fingers across his broad shoulders and tighten my legs around his mid-section.  He pulls me away from the wall, moves to the center of the shower area, plants his feet as firmly as possible, and moves his unit to my hole.  His fingers widen the entrance.  As he slips in, his fingers pull out.  My hole immediately clamps shut, creating a tight seal around his dick.  His hands move back to cupping my ass.  He kneads my cheeks in an effort to relax me.  It works. 

I move back to kissing him on the lips.  Softly at first, just bouncing them on and off his lips.  I finally move in and lock on. 

He leans back a bit and moves his hands from my ass to my lower back.  He rubs them up and down, creating a warm feeling in my body.  Another blob or pre-cum escapes and coats our abs.  He smiles. 

He slowly lifts my body up, pulling his dick out of me.  I clench my hole in an effort to keep him inside, but he uses giggles and just pulls me up, his strength outmatching mine.  When his tip is about to pop out, he pauses and quickly bounces me up and down stimulating the nerves around my hole.  The sensation nearly pushes me over the edge.  I break our kiss and put my head back on his shoulder.  I tighten my grip around his neck, squashing my dick into our abs.  He continues to bounce me.  My load builds quickly and I grunt and moan, “So close big guy.”  He instantly stops and holds me still, letting the excitement pass.  I take a few deep breaths and when I feel the urge to cum has subsided, I pat him on the shoulder.  I lean back off his shoulder and look him in his big grey loving eyes and give him a kiss on his nose. 

He kisses me back.  I relax my hole and slide all the way down on him.  I bottom out and just rest in the crevice.  I rest my head on his pecs as if they were big pillows, covered in manly sweat. 

Eddie walks us out of the shower area and back to a darkened corner of the locker room.  I glance around as best I can and see a couple towels sitting on the floor.  He walks to them and kneels down.  I slide off his unit and stand up in front of him.  I put my hands on his shoulders and sway my rock-hard unit in front of his face.  He stares at it as if he were in a trance.  I move a bit closer and swat it against his cheeks.  He smiles, enjoying the feeling.  I do it again.  I bring it to a stop and keep it still right in front of his mouth.  I push it against his lips, coaxing him to let me in.  He opens his lips a sliver and his tongue snakes out and laps at my slip, pulling any remaining pre-cum off.  He sucks his tongue back into his mouth and tastes the cum.  A slight smile comes over his face. 

Without warning he opens his mouth and engulfs me to the hilt.  I get a stronger grip on his shoulders.  He begins to blow me with abandon.  He moves his hands to my ass and gets a good firm grip to make sure I don’t tumble backwards.  His head is rocketing back and forth, slobber is seeping out of the corners of his mouth, and down his chin and neck onto his hairy sweat covered muscular chest.  He moans loudly as he bottoms out.  I feel the tip of my unit hit the back of his throat every time.  He keeps up the pace and my load builds quickly.  I pat him on his shoulder to let him know.  He quickens his pace. 

I put my hands on the back of his head, and as my load travels up from my balls, I pull him as close to me as possible.  I stand on my tippy-toes and arch my back, trying to get that much further into Eddie’s mouth. My load explodes out of me. I stifle the moan I want to let loose, for fear of drawing attention to us.  Warm thick cums shoots out and coats the back of his mouth and slides down his throat.  Four loads, each as powerful as the last gush out.  As the last one leaves, I release my grip on his head.  He does not immediately back off.  He lovingly maneuvers his tongue around my softening unit, coating it with cum that he did not swallow.  He then licks it off, his coarse tongue raking my unit, which causes my balls to tingle.  I want to get hard again for him, but need a few minutes rest. 

I pull out of his mouth and kneel in front of him.  We kiss.  I can taste some cum on his lips and tongue.  He puts his hands on my back and gently rubs them up and down.  I put my hands on his chest and let them rest on his pecs.  His chest is pumped due to all his exertion tonight.  He’s still putting off heat.  I move closer and wrap my hands around his back, pulling him into a hug. 

After a minute we disengage and he lowers himself onto his back on the towels.  His unit has softened a bit, but a few loving tugs from me has him at full mast again.  I straddle him and position his unit at my hole.  I relax and lower my body onto him.  He smiles and sighs.  I take him all the way in. 

Once I bottom out, I twist my hips from side to side, like I’m screwing my body onto his.  I put my hands on his chest for stability. I clench my knees to the sides of his body. He puts his hands on my thighs and starts to raise his hips, pushing himself that much further into me.  I close my hands, grabbing onto his chest hair.  An evil smile comes over his face. 

He starts to bounce his hips up and down.  My unit twitches and starts to grow again.  It bounces off his hard abs and slaps me in my lower abs.  He laughs and continues to bounce me up and down.  I get a firmer grip on his chest hair and start to pull at it.  Given how sweaty and slick it is, it’s hard to hold on to, but I give it my best.  After they slip off for the third time, I grab his erect nipples.  His eyes go wide and he bares his teeth, gnashing them.  He’s enjoying the feeling.  I tug on them with every up motion.

He grunts and intensifies his hips thrusts.  There are fewer thrusts, but each one is more forceful.  His climax is building. Each time he lowers his butt to the towels, I bring my full weight down onto him, smashing him further into me.   

We keep at it for another few minutes.  His grunting becomes louder and more urgent. I am rock-hard again and my unit is slapping his abs.

He suddenly grabs my hips and gives them three quick pumping motions.  He closes his eyes tightly and groans loudly as he pulls my body down onto his.  I feel as if we are one.  He explodes into me, his hips jerking up wildly with each shot.  I tug his nipples violently but he doesn’t seem to care.  He shoots his four rounds into me.  I can feel some of it leaking out of my ass. 

I grab my unit and start to jerk it wildly.  I mash my butt onto his still hard unit, close my eyes as tightly as he did, let out a fierce moan, and cum for a second time.  Cum splatters all over his chest, face, and abs.  After a minute, he pulls out.  He pulls his legs up and I lean back against them.

He looks me in the eyes and whispers to me, “There’s my ginger snap.”  He leans up and we kiss.  He asks, “Did ya have fun?”

I quietly respond, “I did big guy.  Thank you.”  I lean back in and kiss him again. 

He lowers us to the floor, rolls over so he is on top of me and covers my body in a protective manner.  He starts to kiss me again, softly, slowly.  I put my hands on the sides of his face and rub his cheeks.  He nuzzles and coos against them. 

He rolls over and pulls me on top of him.  I rest on his body.  His arms around my back, holding me securely to him.  After another few minutes, we get up and head to the shower.  We wash each other. I ask, “Do you think anyone heard us?”, knowing someone probably did.

He grunts and says, “I’m sure they did, but who’s going to mess with this beast?”  He flexes his right arm and moves closer to me.  I wrap my left hand around it and pull it to me face so I can lick it. 

I feel my unit start to tingle again.

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As great as ever!

20 hours ago, Sjdmuscle said:

It's been 6 days. The teaser is now torture! Shame on you!😭

I know this was a bit rough, but it worked!😂😈👍

 

On 7/17/2020 at 10:00 AM, Psuace said:

After the next chapter, you may need an Eddie... just a teaser....

You were partly right! Can we order Chinese takeout? I will order one from column A and one from column B! Can't wait to read my fortune cookie!🤔😉🤫

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Chapter 13, Handcuffed

 

“So,” I glance at Eddie sitting opposite me, “I heard you’ve taken up amateur wrestling?” I ask with a semi-sarcastic voice and I wince at the pain in my jaw.  I move my jaw from left to right to make sure it’s not broken.  There is pain, but nothing some Advil won’t take care of.

Eddie squints at me through his blackened right eye, grunts, and coughs out, “The twins flapping their mouths again?”  He gently massages his temple and jaw.  There is some drying blood on it.

Jay laughs, then wheezes in pain as he grabs his ribs.  “Dude, you know they all talk to each other.  I’m just surprised it took us this long to find out.”  He glances at me and I nod in agreement.

Eddie grunts again and gruffly says, “I may have to withhold sexual favors from those two ‘til they get back in line and learn to keep their traps shut.”

Now it’s my turn to laugh.  I say, “Yeah, that’ll teach them.”  I roll my eyes and casually ask, “Remind us again how many times you’ve walked in on the two of them…how should I put this, ‘helping each other out’?” I air-quote the last part.

Eddie grins, like he’s recalling a time when he walked in on them doing just that. “Yeah, fuck you both.” He says un-maliciously. He then slowly shuts his eyes and rolls his head back against the cell wall in which the four of us are sitting.

Paulo watches him as he leans back against the wall and moves his right hand to his crotch.  He quickly chimes in and says, “Eddie, if you spring a boner in here, I’m personally going to push you thru the bars and let the guards Taser you.”  Paulo has a gash across his cheek and bloody knuckles on both hands.  Eddie, with his eyes still shut, just sticks up his middle finger at him.  Jay and I laugh.  Paulo frowns, but gets over it quickly and laughs as well.

The cots we’re sitting on have thin mattresses.  I can feel the metal springs of the frame pushing through. I adjust my butt off one which was poking my left ass cheek.  The cell is relatively nice compared to what I thought it would be.  There is a sink and toilet, but none of our has used either.  There are two beds and a folding chair.  Jay and I are on one of the beds, Eddie took the other, leaving Paulo on the chair.  We’ve been in the cell for about 20 minutes.

I turn to Jay and ask, “So, did you have fun tonight?  Nothing beats taking down some punks and getting arrested for it.”  I swivel my jaw again and it cracks.  Jay nods in agreement.  We fist bump each other.

Jay says, “I couldn’t believe how many of them there actually were.”  I nod and so does Paulo.  “I mean, there were 5 or 6 in the bar, but where did the other 5 come from?” 

With his eyes still closed, Eddie adds, “Fuckers deserved everything they got for what they said.”  I look sideways at Jay and he silently shrugs his shoulders indicating Eddie is not entirely wrong. 

I hear sharp footsteps on the black and white linoleum tiled floor.  I look up and see my buddy Tommy come walking down the hall to our cell. 

At 6’2”, 230lbs, he rivals all of us in the size department.  Most of the weight is locked up in muscle in his chest and arms.   He also has a good base with his legs.  His orange crew cut hair has some silver streaks peeking through.  He and I met in college lifting weights. He played football and when I went into ROTC, he was there as well.  We became good friends and stayed in touch.

He nods to me, but has a frown on his face.  I swivel my eyes to Jay and back.  I think uh-oh.  Tommy doesn’t say a word, but jerks his head at me and the door, which he has just opened.  I stand and walk out.  The others get up, but Tommy shakes his head ‘no’ as he shuts the door.  Jay and Paulo sit back down, but Eddie stands at the bars and is about to say something.  Tommy turns to him, gives him a look, which I cannot see, and Eddie turns and sits back down.  Must have been good, cuz nobody gets Eddie to shut up.

We walk down the hall in silence, except for his shoes striking the floor.  We get to the end, I hear a buzzer, and the door unlocks.  We go through and out to the vestibule.  Another buzzer, and we into the main area of the station.  Tommy nods towards his office, with which I am familiar.  As we walk to it, I see people staring at us out of the corner of their eyes.  They know me and my buddies very well.  Their interest is piqued as to why the Captain of the force is taking a gay black gym owner from a jail cell to his office at 930pm on a Friday night.

As the door shuts, Tommy walks around to his leather chair and sits.  It creaks, not from his weight, but from the age of the chair. It was his dad’s and I helped him move it here when he was promoted to captain a few years ago and got the new office. 

He picks up the police report, scans over it, and hands it to me.  I take a few minutes and read through it.  I shake my head in disgust as I look up to him.  He clears his throat and in a deep baritone voice says, “Want to tell me your side?”  I nod and he pulls out a recorder.

Before he turns it on, he says, “I won’t interrupt unless I have to.  You know the drill, just tell me what happened.”

I start off…

Thinking back to the evening, we all thought, what could go wrong? Just hit the local bar, grab a few beers, hang out for a while. 

Jay and I met and his place and wandered over. It was a few short blocks away from his and Max’s condo.  Ming dropped Paulo off as they live a few miles away.  Eddied rolled up in his beat-up pickup.  He’d said the twins weren’t feeling well, which everyone knows is code for they want some alone time.

We grabbed a table with a good view of the TVs and started to watch the hockey game.  We ordered a pitcher of Bellefonte Brewing company’s Kiamensi Kolsch.  It’s new beer we found online and saw this bar carried it.  Pretty good flavor and not too heavy.  A plate of boneless chicken fingers with Garlic Parmesan and Mango Habanero sauces to start.  The bar was not too crowded, but it was early on a Friday, only 7 or so.

So, we’re sitting there, minding our own business, talking about Jay’s win at the bodybuilding contest a few months ago and does he have any aspirations to go further.  He said no, not yet, but he did see another local contest in Maplewood in a few months. He may try to get into shape for it and enter. 

We see the waitresses clear the table next to us and a group of kids sit down.  They’re probably in their early 20’s, but old enough to drink, from what we could tell.  They order a couple pitchers of Corona and a bunch of wings.  There were 5 or 6 of them at this point.  It seemed like one or two had had a road beer on the way over. 

The game is late in the first period and our guys were down a goal.  We’re watching it, but the kids are shouting at the TV, cursing, and being disruptive.  I could see a few people at other tables were annoyed by them, but I figured someone else would get a manager involved, so I let it go.  The period ends and a few of them head outside to grab a smoke.  Jay and Eddie head to the men’s room.  Paulo looks over to me and rolls his eyes about the kids. I silently nod in agreement. 

The waitresses are running around, getting new pitchers for everyone, and seeing if anyone wants more food.  Ours stops by our table with an exasperated look on her face.  She also has the kids table.  I try to empathize with her and ask, “I hope they’re not too much trouble.”

She wearily says, “They are…They always are.  I’m stuck with them tonight.”  I shake my head from side to side.  I order another pitcher and ask for some water too.  She asks about more wings, but I say we’re good for now.  She turns to the kids table and they harass her for more beer and another order of wings. 

I see two of the kids head to the men’s room and think to myself, ‘I hope Eddie keeps his mouth shut.’  They appear a minute later and Jay is basically leading Eddied back to the table.  Our new pitcher arrives and Paulo refills everyone’s glasses. 

The 2nd period starts and the kids settle in. 

About 5 minutes into the period, I think I hear one of them make a remark about our table, something along the lines of ‘bunch of Roid boys’. 

I ignore it, but Paulo who is sitting closest to them, of all people, jerks his head toward them.  His face is clouded over as he has taken offense to the remark.  He casually, but intensely asks them, “Mind saying that again? I don’t think I heard you the first time.”  His breathing is intensifying, his hands are balling into fists, and I can see his muscles twitching.

One of the kids looks him directly in the eyes and sarcastically replies, “I was talking to my friend here.” He nods to the guy next to him who has a big smirk on his face.  “You shouldn’t be listening in to other people’s conversations.” 

Paulo angerly counters, “If the comment was directed at me or one of my friends, I’m going to listen in.” He looks each one in the eye, making sure they understand he’s serious.  Some to the guys look into their beers or their plate of food. 

Their apparent leader comes back at him, “Listen Mex,” Paulo’s eye brows raise and I see Jay turn and put his hand on Paulo’s forearm, keeping him from moving, “I said the comment was between me and my friend, now fuck off.” The last part comes out a bit too loud and other tables have turned to see what’s up. 

Jay calmly says to Paulo, “Not worth it buddy.  Let them be.”

Paulo’s looks at him, jerks his arm away, and with resentment in his voice says to Jay, “Maybe not to you, but to me it would be.” He turns away from the kids and tries to start watching the game again.

I see the manager make her way to their table.  She stands between our table and theirs, blocking their view of the TV.  She’s about 5’ 9”, thin, mid-30’s, has dark brown hair, a dark blue suit, and a pair of comfortable flats on.  She puts her hands on her hips and looks around the table.  The guys immediately look to her as she is an imposing figure.  “Gentlemen.” She says politely, nodding to them.  They nod back with one or two ogling her overtly.  “I would like to remind you; you are in a public bar where families come to enjoy a meal and watch some sports. If you are not able to behave appropriately, I will have to ask you to leave.”  She looks at each of them again and they sheepishly look up and nod.  “Thank you.”  She turns to our table and says, “Gentlemen, I am sorry for any trouble this table may have caused.”  She nods to the kids.  “I hope it was not too disruptive.”

Jay immediately speaks up, “Thank you.  Everything is good now.”  She nods, looks back at the kids table, eyeing them up again, and walks off. 

The kids watch her go and as soon as she’s out of ear shot, one of them says just a bit too loudly, either on purpose or because of the beers, “Figures the queens would have the manager in their pocket.” 

I close my eyes and start to count to ten to remain calm, but only get to 2 when I hear Eddie yell, “What was that punk?”  I think, here we go.

Eddie has stood up and is walking around the table toward them.  People at other tables are staring at us.  Some parents have picked up toddlers and younger children and are making their way to the exit, just in case something is going to happen. One or two of the larger kids has gotten up as well.  Jay stands and gets in Eddie’s way and puts his hand on Eddie’s chest stopping him.  He calmly says, “Again, they are not worth it.”

Eddie tries to push forward, but Jay’s hand stops him.  Eddie knows there is no getting around Jay.

One of the more brazen kids chirps up and says, “That’s right, hold your princess back.”  They all start laughing.  I think to myself, ‘dammit.’

Jay looks to me, as if looking to a parent for approval, and I give him the slightest nod.  He takes his hand off Eddie’s chest and I hear Jay whisper to him, “Not inside, too many young kids and families.”  Eddie cracks an evil smile and nods ok.  He looks back at the kids, trying to figure out which one first.

I see the manager is coming back our way and has some waiters with her to help her escort the kids out.  She rushes when she sees Eddie about to confront them.  She gets in front of him and politely says, “I’ll take it from here sir.”  She puts her hand on his arm to hold him back. Jay immediately grabs Eddie’s bicep and pulls him back. 

The manager turns to the kids and resolutely says, “You’re done.  All of you, out.” She points to the exit.  They start to complain.  She continues, “You’re also banned.  I don’t want to see any of your faces in here again, got it?”  Now they get louder, complaining that she cannot do that.  She holds her ground and says, “I just did, now out, or do I need to call the cops?”  A couple of the other tables start to clap and say ‘call the cops, they deserve it.’  She raises an eyebrow at them, pulls a phone from her suit jacket pocket and clicks it on. 

Their leader stands, chugs his beer, looks at his buddies, and loudly says, “Let’s go, I never liked this dump anyway.”  They file out.  One of them looks back as he gets to the door and Eddie waves to him.  He flips Eddie the finger.  Eddie laughs it off.

Once they’re gone, the manager, her name tag says “Allie”, looks to us again and says, “Again gentlemen, I am very sorry for the rudeness of those kids.”  I nod in appreciation.  “Let me get you another pitcher of beers as thanks for showing restraint.”

I say, “That is very kind of you, but is not necessary.”  She nods, takes a heavy breath, and heads off. 

The waitress comes back over and starts to clean the table off.  A bus-boy appears and helps her.  She looks upset and I guess why immediately, she just lost a tab and tip.  When they finish and walk off, I gather the guys together and say, “Hear me out before you say anything.  That waitress just lost a tab and tip because those kids were kicked out.  I know it was not our fault, but I feel bad for her.  I want to leave her a generous tip on our tab to help make up for it.”  Jay immediately says yes.  Paulo, is a bit hesitant, but agrees.  Eddie leans back, crosses his hands over his chest, thinks about it for a few seconds, then agrees. 

I call the waitress over and ask for our check.   She pulls it out and says the manager has taken care of it for you in appreciation for your understanding.  I say, “Thank you, but that will not be necessary.”  She hesitantly hands me our bill.  I ask for the other table’s as well.  She stops and stares at me for a moment.  She opens her mouth to protest, but I gently cut her off and say, “I run a small business, I know how important tabs and tips are to you.  Again, may I please see their check too.”  She reluctantly hands it to me.  I glance at it and pass it around.  The guys nod and pull out their wallets.  Money spills onto the table to cover both bills.  I scoop it all up, divide it between the two checks and hand it back to her.  She starts to cry.  She leans down and hugs me around the neck, then does the same to the others.  Tables near us start to clap at our generosity. 

We get up to leave.  As we near the door, Allie appears and hands me some gift cards.  I try to refuse, but she forces them into my hand. Jay puts his hand on my shoulder indicating I should accept them.

We walk into the parking lot.  It’s about 8, dusk has settled in.  The shadows are growing long. The moon is full and shiny making it seems a bit brighter. There are some fire flies in the grassy area at the end of the parking lot. As I look at them, I see something move in the shadows, between the cars.  I think to myself, ‘Fuck, really kids?’.  I quietly say to the others, “Be ready, it would seem the kids did not leave.”   

Paulo instantly starts looking around.  Jay scans the parked cars for movement.  Eddie grunts and says, “We’re outside, let’s see how stupid they really are.” He starts to casually walk to his pickup.  He looks more like an angry rhino looking for a tree to ram, but it’s Eddie, so it is what it is.  He gets about ¾ of the way there when 3 kids move from the shadows and surround him.  He stops, squints at them, and angerly says, “Come on you little punks.  We’re not inside where the manager can protect you. Let’s see what you got.”  He puts his left hand out, palm up, and curls his fingers back toward him, egging them on.  3 on 1, I feel bad for the kids. 

Jay casually asks, “Should we go help him?” knowing the answer.

Paulo leans against the car closest to him and says, “No, let Eddie have some fun.”

Two more kids wander out of the shadows and close in on the other 3.  Jay says, “Ok, that’s a bit lopsided, even for Eddie.” He starts to walk over. 

I hear movement behind us and glance to Paulo who is already looking at me.  He smiles and his pearly white teeth shine like he was hoping this would happen.  I try to avoid any confrontation and say loudly, “We don’t want to fight.  Just let it go.”  There is more rustling and 5 kids make their way between some cars and come at us.  Three are holding bats.  I sigh and whisper, “Fine, have it your way.”

 

*** 3rd person point of view ***

 

The 3 kids circle Eddie with one of them always out of his line of sight.  His adrenaline is pumping and his heartrate has quickened.  He can feel the blood pulsing through his body.  He’s ready for some action.

The two in front feign going for his arms.  Eddie reaches out to grab them, but misses.  The kid behind him takes the opportunity and jumps on his back.  He swings his arms around Eddie’s neck and tries to get him in a choke hold.  Eddie reaches up for the kid’s arms to stop him from getting any kind of grip.  The kid’s weight doesn’t bother him but he knows if he gets any kind of leverage, he’d have some issues.  With this quick distraction, the other two rush at him. 

 

Jay catches up to the 2 extra kids and puts his hands firmly on their shoulders, stopping them in their tracks.  He squeezes their traps.  The wince in pain as he turns them around and angerly says, “5 on 1 is a bit much, don’t you think.”  The kids are shocked at Jay’s size and strength and Jay recognizes them from inside.  His chest puffs out a bit, stretching his t-shirt to the max, and his forearm muscles twitch.  His biceps flex involuntarily and one of the kid’s eyes go wide at their size.  He tries to break free but Jay holds on to him.    

Without warning another kid appears from the shadows between some cars and swings a wooden bat at Jay like he’s swinging for the bleachers. Jay sees the motion, tenses his body at the last second, but takes the full force of the swing and it catches him in the ribs.  He lets out an, “Umph”. He cringes and feels pain explode in his body.  He goes down to one knee releasing his hold on the other two. 

 

Ty and Paulo have 5 guys around them, three with bats.  The kids are poking the bats at them, testing for reflexes and quickness.  Ty lets them have their fun for a bit.  He says to Paulo, “You ready buddy?”

Paulo, still watching the kids circling them, casually says, “Yeah, I was ready about 10 minutes ago.”

“Just don’t do any permanent damage, no broken bones please.”

Paulo says easily, “You take all the fun out of a street fight, but I get it.  They’re just a gang of punks.”

“Exactly.”  Ty lunges at the closest kid, grabs the bat he is holding with his left arm, and pulls him to his body. The kid is facing outward, with his body is against Ty’s.  Ty’s arm is across the kids’ chest, keeping him close so he cannot move his arms and swing the bat.  He says to the kid, “Listen buddy, I don’t want to hurt you or your friends, so be smart and just walk away.” The kid jerks his head back and hits Ty in the sternum.  Ty is startled by the kid’s movement and instinctively punches him in the kidneys with his right fist. The kid howls in pain and drops the bat. Ty lets him drop to the ground as he clutches his side.  He rolls away.

 

Two kids rush Paulo.  They are both a good 4 inches shorter than he is.  He lets them get close to him then he reaches out and grabs them by their necks.  He stops both in their tracks.  He flexes his fingers and squeezes just hard enough to make it hard for them to breathe, but does not crush their windpipes. The kids try to pull away once they realize their situation, but he pulls them closer to him, an inch at a time.  His biceps and forearms are flexing.  He’s doing it to show the kids his power.  Not that he needs to expend that much energy because in addition to being shorter, they weigh a great deal less than he does. They put their hands on his, and try to break his grip, but to no avail.  Their faces are painted with fear.  Paulo does not recognize them from inside the bar, must be friends.  He pulls them to his body; his chest is heaving and his biceps are engorged with blood and pumped.  He gets them as close as he can and angerly says to them, “Not sure why you showed up, but walk away.  Don’t get yourselves hurt for your asshole friends, Ok?”  One of them nods immediately and Paulo lets him go.  The kid disappears around the corner of the restaurant.  The other keeps struggling.

 

The two kids rush Eddie and each grab an arm and pull them away from his body.  Eddie almost laughs at them. They hold his arms straight out.  Eddie tries to flex to pull them together, but the kids have enough strength between them to keep them outstretched.   They try to bend them backwards, trying to pull his arms out of their sockets, but Eddie has enough strength to prevent it.

The one on his back finds he cannot get enough leverage to apply a choke hold due to Eddie’s large neck. He takes a different approach and swings his right arm like a club over Eddie’s shoulder.  He hits him on the left pec.  Eddie flinches.  The kid swings again. 

Eddie growls and says, “You better get your punches in now little boy.  When I get free, you won’t be able to hide from me.” 

“Yeah, yeah, big talk for a fag.”  Eddie recognizes the voice as that of the leader from inside the bar.  Eddie has renewed purpose.  The kid takes another swing and Eddie flexes his pec, making it hard as stone.  As the kid’s fist hits it, he groans in pain.  Eddie just chuckles.

 

The two kids jump on Jay and force him to the ground. They start to pound him on the back and sides, not knowing this is a heavily muscled area on his body.  Jay flexes his body, takes the shots and takes several deep breathes.  He tries to remain calm.

The kid with the bat comes into view in front of Jay.  The kid winds the bat back, like he is going to take a golf swing at Jay’s head.  Jay quickly goes from a prone position to being on all fours.  The kids are tossed off his back.  As the bat comes forward, Jay sticks his left hand out, grabs it about an inch from his face, and stops it.  The kid tries to wrench it free, but Jay holds onto to it. As the kid struggles to pull it free, Jay looks up at him and winks.  A sense of dread comes over the kid.

 

Ty looks at the other two kids, both holding the bats. He glares at them and says, “You want to take your best shots now, or after I take your bats away?”  He puffs his chest and flexes a bicep to show the what they’re up against.  One of the kids seeing a buddy run away, tosses his bat to Ty and follows his buddy between some cars around the corner of the restaurant.  Ty catches the bat and looks at the remaining kid.  He winks at him as he holds the bat at arm’s length with a hand on each end.  He makes a show of flexing both biceps as he snaps the bat in half.  The kid gulps and gets nervous.  He’s still holding the bat in a windup position. Ty takes a step forward with his hands raised to show he doesn’t mean any harm.  He’s about three feet away and calmly says. “Listen kid, just hand it to me and walk away.”  He reaches for the bat.  The kid panics, closes his eyes, and swings at Ty’s head thinking Ty is reaching for him. 

 

Paulo brings him closer.  The kid takes a few pot shots at Paulo’s midsection, but they bounce off him.  He looks at him and in a relaxed voice says, “Really?”  The kid then hits him below the belt, right between his legs.  Paulo drops to all fours on the ground and grabs his balls with one hand.  He looks up at the kids and groans, “That was uncalled for.” The kid grins a crooked smile and raises his foot to kick at Paulo’s midsection.  Paulo rolls a moment too late and the kick catches him in the ribs.  As he rolls, he loses his balance and falls to ground.  His face scraps on the pavement as he finishes his roll.  He feels some loose gravel cut him.  He balls his fists and tries to get to all fours.  The kid takes another swipe at him and knocks his hands causing them to scrap on the pavement as well.  Paulo goes face first onto the pavement again and can feel more loose gravel scrap his chin and neck.  Now angered, Paulo growls, “You better be done kid, cuz once I stand up, you’re going to need a straw to eat your meals for the next few weeks.”  The kid laughs and tries to kick him again.

 

Jay gets back to his knees, still holding the bat.  He pulls on it, pulling the kid closer to him.  Jay is unsure why the kid has not let go of the bat yet, but it doesn’t matter.  He stands, pulls the bat all the way in and grabs the kid by his forearm.  He calmly says, “Listen, you’ve seen what I can do, do you really want me to get angry?”  The kid is now a pale shade of white.  He shakes his head from side to side and releases the bat.  Jay brings the bat up in front of him so the kid can see it.  He grabs it on each end and simply snaps it in half.  The kid gulps in fear.  The two other kids, not seeing what has happened, scramble up and start taking shots at Jay’s ribs.  One of them connects with the spot where the bat had hit and Jay winces in pain.  The kid in front of him sees the pain on Jay’s face and knows something bad is about to happen. He quickly runs back the way he came. 

 

Eddie is still trying to free his arms and pulls each one at different times, trying to get some leverage.  The kids holding Eddie’s left arm slips a bit on some loose gravel during one such movement.  His grip slackens.  Eddie feels the change and jerks his hand free.  With one hand free, he uses it to pull his other arm free.  Both kids rush him.  As they close in and start to punch him in the body.  He absorbs as many hits as he can, but feels some pain in abs.  Eddie uses his arms to corral them closer to him, so they don’t have room to maneuver.  

Eddie taunts them saying, “Now what are you going to do?”  The two kids struggle to get free, but Eddie just flexes his biceps, squeezing them closer to him. 

 

Ty has only an instant to move.  He gets an arm up, but the bat catches him on the cheek.  He relaxes his head and let it move with the bat.  He still catches most of it and his head snaps to the right.  He goes down to one knee, swivels his jaw back and forth to make sure it’s not broken, it’s not, and angerly says, “Dammit.”  He looks up, with a frown on his face, at the kid who is panicking again, but is still holding the bat. 

The kid drops the bat, turns his body between the cars behind him, bends over, and throws up.  He squats there for a minute.  Ty stares at him not sure if he should punch his lights out or see if he’s ok. 

 

The kid on Eddie’s back let’s go, slides off, and comes to the side of him, just out of his range of view.  He mockingly says, “I can do this.” And he takes a swing at Eddie, catching him in the right eye.  Eddie doesn’t even flinch.  The kid takes another shot and hits him in the same spot. 

Eddie releases the two kids, who stumble to the ground, and lunges at the punch thrower.  He grabs him with his right hand, by his t-shirt collar, and pulls him to close.

“Really punk?”  He snarls.  He flexes his bicep and lifts the kid off the ground.  They are now eye to eye.  He continues, “I’ve been nice up until now.  Do you really want to see me pissed off?”  He lifts the kid higher and his eyes get big.  He reaches his hands to Eddie’s forearm to steady himself. Eddie shakes him back and forth a few times just for fun.  The kid gulps and shakes his head no.  Eddie lowers him so they are face to face again.  “Smart move, wiseass. Now why don’t you and you punk friends beat it.”  To show he is not fooling around, he turns to one of the kids still on the ground, leans down, and picks him with his left hand.  The kid is pretty light.  Eddie flexes his that arm and raises the kid off the ground.  They are next to each other and Eddie can see them look at each other from the corner of their eyes.  There is panic in their eyes. He puts them down, but does not let them go.  He pulls them as close to him as he can and growls, “Now you fuckers listen to me, me and my buddies just wanted a quiet night out, and you fucking ruined it.  I can let that go, but you walked out on your tab.  I suggest you go back inside and apologize to the waitress and manager. Got it?”  Both kids nod their heads up and down.  He puts them down and sees their buddy has high-tailed it out of the parking lot.

 

Jay turns to the other two, drops into a most muscular and roars at them. One falls back onto his butt in fear. The other, steps up and takes a wild swing at Jay.  Jay lets it hit him in the bicep, which is flexed.  The kid howls in pain and grabs his hand.  Jay is pretty sure he’s sprained his wrist and may have cracked a bone or two in his fingers.  Jay politely says, “You may need to see a doctor about that.  You may have broken a few bones.”  The kid just stares at him and Jay flexes his bicep again.  He’s holding back tears of pain.  Jay suddenly says, “Boo!”  and the kid stumbles back onto his ass.  He approaches, with his palms up showing he means no harm, and quietly says, “Let me help you up.”  Both kids turn around and scamper away from him on their hands and knees, with the one kid yelping every time he puts pressure on his wrist.

 

The kid turns around and Ty can see his eyes are bloodshot and there’s some snot hanging down from his nose.  The kid uses his sleeve to wipe it away.  He looks at Ty and croaks, “I’m sorry mister.  I thought you were going to hurt me.  I freaked out.”

Ty’s face softens. 

He hears police sirens in the distance and they are getting louder.    

 

Paulo rolls and grabs the leg.  The kid tries to jerk it away, but Paulo holds on.  He pulls on the leg, which causes the kid to wobble.  Paulo pushes on it and the kid goes down a few feet away.  Paulo glares at him and gets to all fours.  He puts a hand on his knee and stands.  He takes two steps to the kid, who is now cowering in fear, and reaches down and grabs his shirt collar with his right hand.  He lifts him up.  He hauls back his left hand and makes a fist. As he brings it forward, it is suddenly stopped.  Paulo looks to his left and sees Ty has ahold of it. 

He quietly asks, “What did I say about no broken bones?”  Paulo takes a deep breath and releases his fist.

 

*** Back to Ty’s point of view ***

 

“There you have it, Tommy. That’s our side of the story.” I look at him. 

He clicks off the recorder, sits back in his chair, puts his arms behind his head and unconsciously flexes his biceps.  He takes a few deep breaths and says, “Yeah, I figured your story would be closer to the truth compared to theirs.”  I frown when he says ‘closer’.  I raise an eyebrow.  He sees my puzzlement and continues, “You four guys put a beating on 11 of them.” I smile thinly.  “I realize there was a size and strength difference, and appreciate the restraint shown…”

“Why do I sense a ‘but’ coming?”

Tommy replies, “I don’t know.” I can sense he is not looking for me to answer him.  He looks me in the eyes and continues, “Does their story have any merit?  Did any of you antagonize them?”  He raises an eyebrow.  “You know how Eddie and Paulo can get if they’re provoked.”

I sigh and close my eyes.  I knew this would come up. “Tommy, you know Eddie just as well as I do.  Does he have a temper? Of course.  Could he have handled the situation in the bar a bit better, probably.  But those kids fired the first shot.” He nods in grudging agreement. “And Paulo had every right to get angry when they called him ‘Mex’, but calmer heads prevailed inside and outside.”  Now it’s Tommy’s turn to sigh.  “Like you said, we could have done some damage to those kids, but we didn’t.” He rubs his eyes, partially in frustration and partially due to tiredness.  “I don’t want to press charges against them and the manager has banned them from bar, so…unless there is something I’m missing, are we done here?”  

Tommy just looks at me, knowing I’m right.  “I guess so.”  I nod and start to get up.  He says, “Just please ask Paulo and Eddie to not go looking for trouble.”  I nod. “Those kids are more trouble than you may think.”  I cock any eye at him and he just waves me off.  “Get out of here.  Go home to Davey and tell him I say Hi.”

I reach across the desk and shake his hand, “Will do.  Take it easy buddy.  Say Hi to Betty and Scotty for me as well.” He nods in appreciation.

I head to the lobby and see the other guys have been released and are just finishing up their paperwork.  I head over to them and sign my form.  I get my wallet and keys back and we head out.

As we head out of the station, I think to myself, how are we getting home?  How is Eddie getting back to the bar to get his truck?  I sigh again.  To my surprise, Davey and Ming are in the parking lot.  Both have shit-eating grins on their faces.  Oh boy.  Ming starts off, “I can see Eddie being a jailbird,” Eddie scowls at him, “but you other three,” he waves his arm at us, “never thought I’d see it.”

Paulo plays along and says with a mock protesting voice, “I can be a ‘bad-boy’ if I want to.”  He bunches up his shoulders and flexes his arms. 

Ming just laughs at him and chokes out, “Yeah, Paulo, right.  Mister ‘boy scout’,” He air-quotes that last part, “the closest you come to being a bad-boy is by not putting your dirty clothes in the hamper.”  We all get a chuckle.  “Will you and Eddie get in the car.  I’ve got things to do at home.  I left Cam in charge of cleaning the fun room and god knows how bad a job he’s done.”

Davey walks up to me, sees the bruise forming on my cheek.  He reaches to it and gently touches it.  He quietly asks, “You going to be ok?  Do you need to go the ER or an Urgent care?” 

I lean down a bit, kiss him on the lips, and say, “No, I’m ok.”  He rubs my other cheek.

He glances to Jay and says, “What about you Hercules?”  He grins at him, “You ok too?”

“I’m ok too.  Thanks Davey.”  Jay sighs.  “I just want to get home and into bed.” 

Davey replies, “Funny, that’s what Max said when I told him I’d get you guys.” 

Eddie smirks and is about to say something sarcastic, when Jay points at him and cuts him off, angerly saying, “One word and you’ll be watching the twins have fun with each other from a wheelchair for six weeks.  Got it?”

I speak up, “And with that pleasant visual, it’s time to end this adventure.” I nod to Paulo, Eddie, and Ming.  “See you guys tomorrow.”  They nod back and head to Ming’s blue Honda SUV.

We head to Davey’s green Audi A4 sedan.  We pile in and he heads back to Jay’s place.  It’s a quiet ride over.  I rest my eyes.  I feel the car come to a stop and open them.  We’re at Jay’s condo. 

He puts a hand on my shoulder from the backseat and says, “Feel better buddy.  Take some Advil.  If your jaw is still hurting tomorrow, go get it checked out.”  I nod.  He jumps out, fist bumps Davey and heads off.

I put my hand on Davey’s right leg, gently squeeze it and say, “Home please.”  I close my eyes.  I feel him put his right hand on top of mine.  We entwine our fingers and flex them together.

A few minutes later we’re pulling into to our complex.  Davey parks the car and turns the key off, but does not get out.  He squeezes my hand again and asks, “How are you really?”

I turn to look at his dark brown eyes as they burrow into me. “I just need some rest.”

“Ok.”

We head in.  I notice Davey brings a bag from the car.  I had not noticed it as it was in the backseat.  “What’s in the bag?”  He blushes ever so slightly.  “Come on buddy, no secrets.”

He immediately moves the bag behind his back and says, “Just a little surprise. But it can wait til tomorrow.”  He shuffles away from me a bit.  “It’ll be more fun once you’ve gotten your energy back.” 

I have no energy in me.  I yawn and nod toward the bedroom.  As we walk down the hall, he tosses the bag in the spare bedroom and closes the door. 

We get ready for bed.  I’m in dark blue pajama bottoms with a polar bear print and he has on a t-shirt and pajama bottoms as well.  His have a geometric design in green and red.  I crawl onto the king-sized bed and flop my head onto my pillows.  Davey stretches out right next to me.  I am on my back and he snuggles up on my left side.  His body is warm and has a slight smell of Old Spice body spray.  He is on his right side and his head rests on my unflexed bicep. He puts his left hand on my chest and lovingly rubs his fingers on my skin, moving them in circles around my nipples and down toward my abs.   It feels nice.  I rub his side with my left hand.  He softly kisses me on my outer pec.  His breath is warm and deep.  Our breathing comes into sync.  His hand slows, as does mine.  We drift off.

I wake to light coming thru a thin slit in the closed burgundy curtains and sense Davey is not next to me.  I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling.  I take stock of my body.  My muscles are a bit tired due to the unusual activity last night.  I put my right hand on my jaw and gently take hold.  There is pain, but nothing overwhelming.  I slowly open my mouth and hear my jaw crack.  Damn.  I open continue to open it and the noise stops.  I close it and the noise ends.  I try moving it left to right.  Feels ok.  I touch my cheek and can feel the bruise forming. 

The bathroom door opens, light streams out, and Davey appears.  He’s still in his PJ’s and t-shirt.  He smiles at me and I smile back.

He comes to the bed and sits next to me.  He puts his right hand on my chest and gently rubs my pecs.  He asks, “How are you feeling?  I shrug indicating not bad.  He moves completely onto the bed and crosses his legs.  I move over a bit to give him some room.  He continues to massage my chest and begins to add my arms into the mix.  His hands are warm and soft. I tense my pecs and biceps every so often.  His hands linger on the muscles when they are flexed. He traces a vein that winds its way from my shoulder to my elbow.

I raise my right hand and rub his legs thru his PJ bottoms. I move it up and down his inner thigh.  I see his unit start to rise and tent the PJs.  A slight smile comes over his face.  He winks at me.

He plants his right hand on my chest and leans down to give me a kiss.  His lips are moist and soft.  As we touch, he bounces them off mine.  He looks me in the eyes to see if I’m in pain.  I put my left hand behind his head and pull him back down.  We start to kiss in earnest.  He moves his body so he is on top of me.  His weight is negligible to me.  He weighs all of 175lbs.  If that weight on my chest bothers me, I’ve got other problems. 

We lay there, kissing.  I move my hands to his back and slip them up under his t-shirt.  I massage his back and slowly slip one hand down into pj bottoms.  I slide my hand to his ass crack and cheeks.  I massage the cheeks and slip my fingers into his crack every so often. 

He sighs at the feeling and puts both of his hands on the sides of my face.  He holds me softly and pulls me into a long, sloppy, saliva filled kiss.  While he does this, I slip a finger to his hole and rub it against it.  He sighs again.  He feels my erection getting more powerful.

He leans up and quietly asks, “Want to have some fun?”

“I thought that’s what we were doing?”

“Yeah, but I mean something different.”  He says coyly.

I close my eyes until they are only open a bit and stare at him with suspicion.   What does my boyfriend have up his sleeve?  I suddenly remember the bag he had last night.  I raise an eyebrow and cautiously ask, “What kind of fun are we talking about?  Does this have something to do with the bag from last night?”  He nods and a wicked smile comes across his face.  I smile back and say with enthusiasm, “Yeah, let’s do it.”  He licks his lips and his eyes get big.

He pats me on my chest and says, “Stay here.  I’ll be right back.  Also, close your eyes for me.”  I close them and feel him lean back down.  He kisses me again.  He whispers in my ear, “Thank you. I hope you like it.”  He kisses me again and I feel him get off the bed.  I hear his feet pad across the carpet, then the hardwood floors out to the hallway.  The door to the other bedroom opens and there is some rustling with the bag.  I hear him come back into the bedroom, but lose track of him when he steps on the carpet.  I hear him say, “Ok Ty, please stand up.” I can tell he is a few feet away. I move to the edge of the bed and swing my feet over the edge.  I plant my feet on the carpet and stand.  I sense Davey move closer to me.  I feel him put his warm hand on my mid-section and he caresses my abs.  I tense them. He kisses one of my nipples softly.  I tense the pec for fun.  He undoes the draw string to my Pjs and they fall to the floor.  My semi-hard erection flops out.  I hear him pull his t-shirt off and his bottoms fall down as well.   He moves back in front of me and moves closer to me until our bodies touch.  He puts his right hand on my left bicep and slides it up and down.

I softly say, “Well?”

“Ok, you can open your eyes.”

I do and he is standing in front of me naked as a jaybird.  He’s got a grin on his face and a pair of handcuffs in his left hand.  He’s holding them up for me to see.  He bounces them a bit.  I crack a smile.  “Are they for you or me?”  I have my hopes.

He casually says, “Why you, of course.”  His grin widens and he continues, “Once Tommy let me know you’d been arrested, I knew I had to have some fun with it.  Gratefully we know a pair of guys who enjoy things like this.” He jingles them once again. 

I start to smile. I hold my wrists out for him to put them on.  He starts to click them shut and I tentatively ask, “Um, you do have a key to unlock them, right?”  He looks up into my eyes and winks at me.  “Not an answer sexy man, not an answer.” He kisses my pec again.   He snaps the second one shut.  I can feel his erection rising and rubbing my leg.  I casually say, “Seems I’m not the only one excited about these.”  He grins at me.  I lean down and give him a kiss. 

He moves behind me and wraps his hands around my waist. He pulls our bodies together and massages my lower abs and the hairless area right above my dick. I tense my abs, causing them to become a brick wall, which he loves to rub.  I hear him whisper to me, “Flex for me big guy.  Show me your biceps.”  I try to do a regular double bi pose, but realize the cuffs are preventing me from flaring my arms out to the sides.  I pull my arms up right to my chest and lift my elbows so they are at a 45-degree angle to the ground, but sticking straight out from my body.  My biceps are squished against my chest and forearms.  I feel Davey move his hands up my body and to my arms.  A hand on each bicep.  He squeezes gently at first and as I tense the muscles, more vigorously.  His fingers mash the muscles but he is not able to dent the granite I’ve turned them into.  He puts his head on my back, between my shoulder blades and softly kisses me.  I tense my arms again and trap his hands.  He tries to pull away, but I hold onto him. I feel his unit bump my upper thigh and move between my legs. He thrusts it between my legs and I close my legs, holding him tightly, but loose enough that there is friction as he slides it back for forth.  I can feel his unit’s head pop out on his forward motions.  After a few minutes of his movement, his breathing becomes ragged.  I don’t want him to cum yet, so I release his hands and spread my legs, letting him pull his dick out.  He moves around to the front of me.  I flex my arms as he feels me up from this new position.  He sighs again. 

I raise my arms over my head.  He leans in and kisses me on my chest, lapping at each nipple alternatively. I flex my pecs as he moves back and forth.  I lean down and we kiss.  I bring my arms down and behind him.  I draw his body closer to mine.  I am hugging him to me.  He suggestively slides up and down my body.  We break apart and I raise my arms back over my head.

As I lean back up a devilish grin comes over his face.  He raises both hands and puts them on my chest and starts to massage my pecs.  It feels great.  He always does a fantastic job and his hands are soft.  He smiles again and slows his movements.  Each hand is on a nipple.  He gently tugs and they slowly become firm.  My erection is almost at full mast and so is his.  I glance down and see his 9 inches sticking straight out.  My own 8 and half is looking pretty impressive as well. 

He starts to lean up for another kiss.  He closes his eyes, so I do the same.   Suddenly I’m falling backward.  My eyes pop open.  I land on the bed with my knees still over the edge and my arms over my head.  My unit is pointing toward to ceiling.  I crane my neck and head up and see Davey standing there with the same smile.  He starts to climb up my body.  He kisses my thighs and lightly massages the insides of them with his hands.  His ministrations cause a blob of pre-cum to percolate out of my unit and slowly slide down a side.  He quickly moves to my unit and sticks his tongue out to lick it off.  His breath is warm and he tenderly laps at the dollop.   He makes sure to get every bit of it.  He slides off my body and is now next to me. 

My hands are still above my head. I flex my biceps, pulling at the cuffs to see if they are real or just some cheap pieces of plastic.  After I couple tugs, I realize they are real.  Ming and Cam don’t fool around.  I ask again, “About the key big guy.”

He puts his right hand on my lips and says, “Shhh.  Don’t you worry about it, my studly black knight.”  He leans down and takes me to the hilt.  I moan loudly.  I hear him giggle.  He starts an up and down motion.  I lay there and enjoy the feeling.  I feel slobber drip out of his mouth and down my unit to my lower abs and ball sack.  He moves his body so he is on top of me.  His ass is a few inches from my face.  I smile and think of the things I can do to him.

He puts his hands on my upper thighs for support.  He gets a good grip and quickens his motions.  I sigh again and let out an audible “Ah.”  I try to pull my hands from over my head so I can pull his ass back to my face and mess with his hole, but I find the cuffs and the position of his legs make it impossible for me to move them. I think to myself, ‘shit’.  I try to lean up, but realize his ass is just out of my tongue’s reach. 

“Um buddy, could you slide back maybe 2 inches?  I’d really appreciate it, and so would you, if you know what I mean.” I wait for a few seconds, but he doesn’t move.  “Davey…buddy…little love for your studly black knight would go a long way.”  He slides back about an inch, just out of my tongues reach, darn it.

I swing my arms back over my head and try to separate my wrists as much as possible.  I find I can just grab his hips with the tips of my fingers, but it’s not comfortable.  I pause for a moment and think about our positions.  ‘Ah-a’ I say to myself.  I slowly start to bend my knees upward.  Davey senses what I’m doing as his body slips back a bit.  He applies more pressure to my thighs in an attempt to keep my legs on the bed.  I quietly say, “Not this time sexy man.  I’m getting in on the fun.”  I raise my legs more and he finally relents and slides his ass back to my face.

His pink, clean shaven hole is right there.  His body is also far enough back that it is a bit easier to grab his hips. 

I take a tentative lap as his hole.  He puckers it.  I lick again, with more moisture and force.  I hear him sigh while still bobbing up and down on my unit.  I feel his unit thump my lower chest, right between my pecs.  I feel a him let loose a blob of pre-cum.  It rolls down the crevice between my pecs, onto my abs.  Davey flattens his body against mine and smears it around, making both our bodies stickier. 

I continue to lap at his hole.  I force my tongue in.  He knows better than to try to stop me.  He relaxes his ass and my tongue slides in with ease.  I push some spit in.  He stops blowing me and takes his mouth off my dick.  He gets a tighter grip on my thighs and I hear him grunt.  I pull my tongue out to keep him from coming too soon.  “Easy sexy, we have all morning.”  His breathing slows as he calms.

He leans up, pulling his sticky chest off my sticky abs.  His legs slide to the sides of my body.  I take my hands off his hips.  He carefully maneuvers around so we are now face to face.  My hands are resting on my chest.  His butt in on my abs and his lower back is against my perpendicular dick.  He pushes his butt back a bit and forces my unit down toward my legs.

He stretches his body out over mine out with his legs at my sides, and leans down.  I quickly pull my cuffed wrists off my chest and as his head meets mine, I put them behind my head, exposing my biceps and triceps.  It’s a nice comfortable position, even with the awkwardness of the cuffs.  He leans down to kiss me on my lips.  He puckers up and as our lips meet, I softly bite down on his lower lip.  We look each other in the eyes.  He grins and so do I.  I twist my head left and right, pulling his lip with me. 

His hands grab my biceps for support.  I flex them, straining against the cuffs.  They get rock hard.  He moves his lips from my mouth to my right arm.  He sees the prominent vein snaking along the bicep and triceps and moves his tongue along it, wetting it as he goes. 

He wiggles his body up and down mine. I can feel his rock-hard erection rubbing my abs.  Pre-cum is now leaking out at a regular pace.  My erection is still pointing down toward my feet, but is straining against his ass to come northward.  I concentrate and put all my strength into flexing it.  As I strain, it slowly moves up, pushing Davey up my body.  He’s too consumed massaging and kissing my flexed right bicep to worry about the rest of his body.  I exhale and my unit relaxes a bit.  I flex it again and his body moves forward even more.  Now he gets the idea and scoots up.  My dick springs up and bounces against his ass cheeks.

He pushes off my body and sits up. He reaches his left hand behind him and grasps my unit.  He tugs it a few times and some pre-cum oozes out.  He rubs his thumb and index finger over my slit and draws the liquid off.  As he rubs it between his fingers, he raises his hand toward his mouth.  He lavishly licks at his fingers, breathing a satisfied sigh as he slurps them.  My unit thumps his back again as I’m getting excited just watching him.  He reaches back around and grabs it.  He jerks it softly a few times.  He tightens his hand on it, squeezing and tugging. My eyes roll up into my head due to the pleasure.  I feel him lift his body up a bit.

He positions his hole over the head of my dick.  He slowly lowers himself onto me.  I sigh heavily.  He moans.  When he is seated on my hips, I open my eyes and see him smiling down at me.  I wink back at him and pull my hands from behind my head and put them around his unit.  The cuffs make holding him an interesting challenge.  I flare my elbows out and grasp his unit with both hand and start to jerk him.  He moans again and now it is his turn for his eyes to roll up into his head. 

He starts to bob up and down on me.  I begin to thrust my hips, matching his motion.  Our movements come into sync.  God it feels good.  We know each other so well, that as we slow or quicken our pace, the other instinctively knows to adjust to match. 

I look up and see Davey has closed his eyes and has a satisfied smile as he continues to ride me.  I see a bead of sweat forms on his forehead.  It winds its way between his eyes and slides down the side of his nose.  It slows as it reaches his upper lip.  His tongue slowly emerges from his mouth and he swipes the sweat off his upper lip.  My hands constrict on his dick and I increase the quickness of my motions. 

He leans over a bit and puts his hands back on my chest for support.  I flex them and they turn to stone.  He smiles.  His fingers find their way to my protruding nipples and he starts to tug on them again. 

I am breaking into a sweat as well.  I slow my thrusting.  His eyes pop open.  I ease his worry by saying, “I want to try something.”  He cocks an eyebrow at me.  I mimic it back and wink.  He nods ever so slightly.  I move to the edge of the bed.  I remove my hands from his dick, put them behind my head, and ask, “I need you to pull off, stand up, and turn around so you are facing outward.  I’ll enter from behind and bring my arms down over your chest.”  He nods and does it.

I stand up behind him, bend down a bit to position my dick at his hole, and as he leans over a bit, I push in.  It’s an easy fluid motion.  He grunts a bit, but nothing more. I stand up, raising my arms up over my head, and lifting him with me.  His hands immediately twist backward to my hips for support.  His head bumps into my pecs.  His sweaty hair rests on my equally sweaty chest.  I slowly move my cuffed arms back down.  I flare my elbows and find there is just enough space to maneuver them over his head and down his body.  When they reach his dick, they come to rest on it, grasping it.  I start a slow tugging motion again and his body goes slack. His hands fall from my hips.  I am holding him with only my 8-inch sword impaled in him.  He moans loudly.  I grunt as I flex my hips forward, trying to push my sword further into him.  He snakes his hands to the outsides of my arms and grasps my bulging biceps.  Then he   raises his legs, one at a time and sets them on my thighs.  It’s an awkward position, but he’s now moaning a deep guttural moan and he’s pushing his hips back to meet my thrusts.   

My load is building, but suddenly Davey cries out and I see his load erupt from him and arc 4 feet across the room, landing in front of the bureau. His second and third shots coat the carpet.  His final shot covers my hand.  I take my hands off his unit and move them between his legs.  I twist my wrists outward and grab his inner thighs.  I roughly pull him backwards, pushing me as far into him as I can.  I pull him off and bit and pull him back again, grunting forcefully and loudly every time.  I do this several more times and feel my load traveling through my body.  I feel my dick swell and as I explode into him when I’m fully embedded.  He groans in ecstasy.  I roar, probably a bit too loudly. 

I take a step backwards and sit down on the edge of the bed.  I lean back, lift my arms up, and Davey slides off to my right side and onto his stomach.  We lay there for a few minutes, cooling off and recuperating.

He turns his head to me, gives me an ear to ear smile, and then winks.  He reaches his right hand out and strokes my right thigh.  I wink back, hold up my hands and say, “Now buddy, about that key…?” 

He starts to climb onto my body.  I move my hands from my waist to my chest, and then over my head.  He leans down and kisses me tenderly on the lips.  His hands reach for my biceps again and he starts to massage the muscles.  He leans to my left ear and whispers, “Be my Superman.”  He pulls my earlobe into his mouth and suckles on it, coating it with warm saliva.  His tongue then makes its way to the rest of my ear.  He washes it around the outside cartilage.  My unit swells at the new eroticism.  My arms strain against the cuffs.  He feels me pulling on them.  He blows warm moist air into my ear and laps at my inner ear.  I squirm.  He strengthens his grip on my biceps and locks his legs to sides of my body.  His dick is back at full mast and is trapped, with mine, between our hot sweaty bodes.  He increases his ministrations.  My body is fully stimulated, every nerve on fire.  My dick is pushing against his body, as his pushes into mine.  We are both leaking pre-cum again. 

I groan, strain my arms, my biceps feeling like they’ve swelled to 25 inches around.  His fingers grasping at the muscles, mashing them with every ounce of strength in him, and suddenly the cuffs snap in two.  He feels my arms are free, clamps down on the biceps, and pulls his mouth away from my ear.  I feel a woosh of warm air blow along the side of my head and a tingling rush from my brain to my groin.

I explode again and so does Davey.   

He falls off my body again and lays face up next to me.  I wrap my right arm around him.  He lifts his head and rests it on my bicep.  We snuggle for a while, cooling off again.  He kisses my torso every so often.  I play with his hair and caress his shoulders, the cuff dangling on my wrist.

I quietly say, “I guess we need to buy a new pair of cuffs for the guys, to replace this pair.”  He giggles and kisses me again.

 

 

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Chapter 14, Encounter

Last chapter in this series guys.  As always, let me know what you think.  

 

I stare at his hotel door with bated anticipation.  I shiver due to the thought of his body.  What will he be wearing this time, will he still be as muscular, and will he remember me?  I gently knock, like I’m doing something illegal and will be arrested if someone hears me.  I hear him pad across the floor to the door.  He waits a moment, probably looking thru the peep hole to make sure who it is.  He answers the door a few seconds after I knock.  He smiles and gestures for me to come in. His teeth are perfect.

He looks just like his photo. 5’11”, 220lbs of solid black muscle.  He’s shirtless, but is wearing sweat pants.  There are veins bulging on his biceps leading to his Popeye like forearms.  His chest is hairless and smooth.  His nipples are not erect, nor are they sensitive.  He told me this the first time we met.  I had remarked that was one thing we had in common as mine are not sensitive either.

I stand there and take him in.  His clean-shaven face, bulging traps, and six pack make me sigh to myself.  He has an “innie” for a bellybutton, which I like because I like to use my tongue on the hole.  His chest is solid and his arms lay against this enormous lats.  His biceps are around 22” and don’t seem to be pumped.  My eyes continue to wander down his body. He doesn’t mind and seems to enjoy me checking him out. I can see the outline of his flaccid dick through the material.  He smiles, my heart melts, and my dick stirs.  We shake hands as he pulls me in for a hug.  I want to start kissing him and be as close to him as I can.

It is a chilly day and I did not wear gloves.  As we shake, he says my hands are cold.  I apologize, but he waves it off saying they’ll be warmed up in no time.  I tentatively run my left hand over his right pec and then to his right bicep.  Neither are flexed, but the smooth skin feels perfect. 

He smiles and asks how I’ve been.  We chitchat for a minute as I get settled and start to undress.  He looks me over.  I’m 6’1”, 170lbs, lanky, with some muscle I’ve put on over the summer.  No six pack, but no more gut.  He says I look good.  I blush and thank him. 

He drops the sweatpants and is wearing boxer briefs underneath.  His quads are stretching the fabric to the limit.  I am down to my boxer briefs as well, but there is a huge difference between us.  Mainly I am sporting a huge erection which is pushing against the fabric, straining to be released.  He glances down to take it in and I apologize for the blatant sexual show.  He laughs it off and brings me in for a hug. 

He starts to flex both his arms.  I tentatively put my hands on them.  He smiles and I become a bit more aggressive.  I close my eyes and kneed both biceps, he flexes them harder showing me I am having little impact on the muscles. I moan to myself.  I keep massaging both arms, lean down, and gently start to kiss his neck.  I can feel his chest heave as he breathes in and out.  I move a bit closer and wrap my arms under his arms and around his lower back.  He finishes by pulling us completely together.  He moves his head back and looks into my brown eyes and softly kisses me on my lips.  I moan to myself again. He pulls my butt closer and very faintly rocks his hips forward.  He breaks our kiss, smiles, and asks in his deep sexy baritone voice, “Are you happy to see me again?”  I nod.  He reaches a hand down and grabs my dick through the fabric and gently tugs at it and he says, “I can tell.”

He takes my briefs off and then takes his own off.  He backs up to the edge of the bed and I gently push him down.  He flops onto the messy white sheets.  I know he’s had other guys with him today.  It doesn’t bother me.  Right now, he’s all mine and he is completely focused on me and my wants and needs. 

I crawl on top of him like a thirsty man in the desert finding an oasis of water.  I straddle his rock-hard mid-section and lean down and begin to work on his nipples, knowing they aren’t sensitive, but I need to try. 

He flexes his pecs for fun and I slobber all over the tightened muscles.  He moans lowly.  I put my right hand on his left pec and gently massage the muscle while I continue to lap at his right nipple. I softly tug at the nipple, pulling it into my mouth and using my tongue to completely soak it with saliva.  I suck on it, like I want to suck it off him. 

I move to the crevice between his pecs and lap at it.  I put my face in the area and feel him put a hand on the back of my head and push me in further.  He then flexes his pecs to show off.  I soak in the aroma of his body.  I lick as much as I can and try to breathe through my mouth as my nose close clamped shut.  He releases my head and rubs his hand thru my hair, massaging my scalp.  I move to his left nipple and start over.  I’ve moved my left hand to his right bicep and he starts to flex it.  My unit flexes and I can feel a bubble of pre-cum working its way up the shoot.  I moan and apply more suction to his nipple and then slobber some more on him.  I come up for air and lean back on my haunches, still straddling his waist.  He smiles and flexes his arms harder, showing me their true size. 

I run my hands along the underside of his pecs, feeling the soft muscular skin.  He rolls his pecs, then hardens them.  I put my hands on the top of them and let them rest on the muscle.  It feels solid.  He smiles again and flexes his abs.  His mid-section grows smaller, but his abs come into greater relief.  I move my right hand down to them and run my fingers along the muscles and then through the valleys between each one. 

I move my left hand toward his neck and jaw line.  I caress his cheek.  His clean-shaven face feels as soft as a baby’s skin.  My fingers find their way to his right ear.  I massage the area right behind his earlobe.  He closes his eyes and smiles.  He lets out a soft guttural moan. 

He moves his hands from their flexed position to my sides.  He runs them up and down my rib cage.  His fingers are strong and I can feel him restraining himself.  He latches on to my sides and open his eyes.  He winks at me.  I remove my hand from his ear.  He pulls me down to him.  I lie on his chest.  My dick is erect and poking his abs.  I lift my hips and quickly readjust myself so I’m pointing down.  I look back to his face and see him smiling.  “Better?” He asks.

“For now.” I quietly say.  He knows what I mean, from our last meet-up.  I slide my hands under his arms and rest them on the sheets.  I open and close my fists, balling up the sheets in the process.

I slowly lower my body back onto his.  His hands slide up the side of my body and to my head.  He massages my scalp again and gently pulls my face to his. 

We kiss.  Softly.  Slowly. 

We break apart and I rewet my lips, as does he.  I go back down, to his waiting mouth.  I lick his full lips and leave a ring of wetness on them.  I rewet mine and put my mouth back on his.  We tongue wrestle for a bit.  It feels magical.  My dick feels like it’s getting larger.  I can now feel his start it’s trek to full mast.  His fingers move from the back of my head to behind my ears.  He caresses the backside of them and the soft skin around them.  I moan into his mouth.  He intensifies his motions, but applies the same pressure. 

His thumbs wander over my cheeks and jawline.  His right thumb finds its way to our mouths.  He breaks our kiss and inserts his thumb into my mouth.  I start to suckle it. I coat it with copious amounts of saliva.  Some leaks out and dribbles down his finger.  We look each other in the eyes and smile.

I push his thumb out of my mouth and lay back down on his body.  I initiate rolling us over, so I am on the bottom.  He gets the idea and easily flips us over.  My head sinks into the pillow and bed due to his added weight.  It feels amazing.  This 220-pound muscle god is right on top of me, covering and encompassing me with his Herculean-like body.  My hands wander to his back.  I feel his shoulder, traps, and lats.  He flexes.  My hands continue to softly feel the hard muscles.  I move to his lower back and run my fingers over the soft skin. 

He has leaned back down and we are kissing again.  He’s taken over and is being more forceful.  His tongue has invaded my mouth and he is pushing mine around.  His hands are behind my head, holding it in place so he can have his fun. 

I bring my hands together on his upper back and squeeze him in a hug.  To feel his muscles and strength makes me feel warm and safe.  I squeeze harder.  I don’t know why, but maybe to fulfill some pent-up need or want.  He moves his arms under my body and squeezes me back.  His power is amazing. 

I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist.  The feel of his muscled body against mine makes my unit flex involuntarily.  I squeeze tighter with my legs and he does the same with his arms.  I moan loudly. 

He leans his head back, looks me in the eyes, and asks, “Everything ok?”  I nod.  “Not too tight for you?”  I lean up and kiss him.  I nod no.  He smiles, kisses me again, and squeezes even harder.  I want to cum right there, but also want to hold off and enjoy our time together. 

I break my hold and move my hands back to his biceps, which are still hugging my tightly.  I feel the muscles and unabashedly grope him.  He laughs softly and quietly says, “I see you’re still an ‘arms’ man.” I nod.  He moves one to my face.  I lift my head and begin to coat it with saliva.  He flexes it in my face.  I continue to slobber on him.  I pause and lower my head back to the pillow.  I momentary break.  I lean back up, but his other arm.  I worship it the same as the first.  Once I’m done, I rest my head back down.

I look up at him.  He stares into my brown eyes and asks, “What’s next?”  I become shy and avert his look. “Don’t be shy now.” He says with mild sarcasm. “You’re naked, under a 220-lb muscle man who is ready to please you any way he can, within limits…so spill it.”   I look up and he smiles.

I tentatively ask, “Are you still as strong as you were last time?” His smile gets big as he nods.  I run my hand over his flexed bicep, feeling the veins crawling over it.

“What do you want to do this time?”  He leans down, wraps his arms around me, rolls us over so he’s on the bottom again.  He scoots to the edge of the bed and lets his legs drop over the edge.  “How about this for starters.”  He leans up and picks me with him as he stands.  I place my arms over his shoulders and tighten my legs around his waist.  His hands are on my lower back.  He moves them lower and cups my ass, a cheek in each hand.  He plants his tree trunk like legs and bends his knees slightly.  I move back in for another round of kissing.  My erection is trapped between us and is pulsing.  He feels it and flexes his abs, causing me to spurt and blob of pre-cum.  He moves me up and down his body, spreading it.  We continue to kiss, both of getting anxious. 

I come up for air.  I pull my hands off his shoulder and caress the sides of his face.  I feel his strong jaw line, his clean-shaven face.  I take a deep breath and catch a slight whiff of Old Spice body spray.  I lean back in and we begin to kiss again.  He adjusts his hands under my ass.  I tense my legs around his waist.  After another few minutes, I lean back and look him in the eyes.  I bite my lip.  He sees my hesitation.  “What?” He asks softly.

“I’d like to try a different position.  I saw it on a video, but I’m not sure if I’m too big for you to be able to do it.”

“Well, there is only one way to find out.  What’s the position?”

I start to disengage my arms and legs from his body.  He turns to the bed and let’s go of my ass and I fall on to the bed.  He stands in front of me, all muscle and good looks.  I reach a hand out and run it over his hardened abs.  He flexes them. “Well?”

“I want to blow you while you hold me upside down.”  He looks at me with a questioning face. I restate it, “Can you pick me up, upside down?  So that I’m facing the floor.”  I blush and look away.

After a moment I look back and see him staring at me, thinking of how to lift me.  He slowly says, “I think so.”  He studies me and the bed.  He rubs his chin, then absently scratches his pec.  I begin to salivate.

He slowly says, “Turn around on the bed, so your head is just over the edge here.”  I do it and am now looking at his python.  He takes a step closer to me. He bends at his knees, tells me to grab his legs, either his thighs or calves.  I feel his arms snake under my back.  He joins his hands together and gets a good hold of my body.  Our chests our touching and his face is at my crotch.  “Ready?”

“Yup.”

He lets out a low grunt and I feel my body being lifted off the bed.  I get a firm grip on his calves.  His semi-hard dick is not near my mouth.  I ask, “Can you lift me a bit higher?  Your unit is too far away.”

“Ok, hold on.”  I feel him bend his knees and then push up, pulling my body up with it.  He grasps me firmly again and his unit is at the perfect level.  “How’s that?”  He asks.

In response, I swallow him.  He’s not yet rigid, so I can take him to the root.  I hear him let out a heavy sigh.  I move my hands from his calves to the front of his thighs.  I plant them on the tree trunk of muscles he calls his quads. I coat him with warm spit.  I run my tongue all over him.  I let my legs bend at my hips and they rest on his shoulders.  I can feel his warm breath on my hole and the surrounding area.

Once he is sufficiently wet, I start to bob my head back and forth.  I can feel the blood rush to my head, but this is too enjoyable a position for me to worry about it.  This is what heaven feels like.  My dream of blowing a muscle man while being held upside down.  I never thought I’d find a guy strong enough, or more importantly, willing to help me fulfill my dream.  But here I am, sucking and blowing to my hearts delight. 

After a few minutes, I pull off and ask, “You ok?  Do you need to put me down and rest?”

“Nay, I’m good. You don’t weight that much.”  He jostles me a bit and adjusts his hold on me.  Me on the other hand, I feel my unit swell because of his statement.  I go back to blowing his now steel pipe.  7 ½ inches long, decent girth, veins crawling over it, and hairless, thank God. 

I pull off and lick as much as I can: saliva coating him and dripping off.  I position my head to be level with it and slowly inhale.  I pull my head toward his muscular body.  I breath in thru my nose and smell his musky scent, sweat and body odor.  I relish it.  I pause and take another breath.  I resume swallowing him.  His body is so close.  I use my tongue to pull me the final few millimeters.  Finally, chin to lower abs.  I take another deep breath thru my nose.  God, I want to release my load onto his chest right now.  Need to hold off. 

I feel him blow warm air on my hole.  His tongue gently laps the area around it.  I feel him kiss my glutes.  He jostles me again, but I stay firmly attached and continue to suck.  I move my hands to the back of his legs and try to pull myself closer, even though my nose is being crushed by his hardened body.  He licks me again around my hole.  He flexes his pecs and squeezes my unit between the two mountains. Pre-cum dribble out of me and down his chest.  He feels the dollop and chuckles.

He says, “Someone is getting ready for a big blow out.”  I moan.  “I’m going to put you down on the bed so we can do some other things.”  Damn, I really wanted to blow on his chest, upside down, but since he is the one holding me, he gets to decide.  

He slowly lowers me.  My back hits the bed, but I do not remove my mouth from him.  He looks down at me and I look up.  I wink and he winks back.  He stands there and inflates his chest, flexes his pecs again and lets out a heavy sigh.  He starts to back up.  I let him pull out of my mouth.  I hold his tip and wash it with an extra amount of spit before he pulls it out.  His unit snaps up and bangs his abs.  He smiles at me, I smile back. 

He grunts and flexes his unit and it slowly lowers back toward my mouth.  When it’s within reach I stick my tongue out and lap at a prominent vein and the mushroom cap head.  He flexes his body and holds his unit level.  I go at it with a purpose.  I move toward his hairless balls and when I’m close, he takes half a step closer to me, giving me easy access.  I lap at both, coat them, the kiss them. 

I pull the lower hanging right one into my mouth.  It’s about the size of a golf ball.  I roll it around, moving the loose skin all about with my tongue.  I completely saturate it.  I push it out and pull the left one in.  I start to do the same.

While I’m doing this, I feel his warm hands on my chest.  He places them gently on me so as not to scare me.  His strong fingers massage my pecs.  He moves lower and rubs my abs and plays with the hair around my bellybutton.  I feel a finger wander further south.  It strokes my pubic hair right above my rigid unit.  He softly caresses the area. Another finger joins in and brushes my unit. I gasp and suck his ball harder.  He laughs.  A third finger is now helping.  One still caressing me, the other two playing with the skin on my dick, tugging it, rubbing it.

I feel his other two fingers get in the action and he takes my unit into the palm of his hand.  His knuckles rub my body as he strokes me.  It’s a soft, slow movement.  I pause in my ministrations.  He notices and says, “Keep going, I like what you’re doing.”  He tugs me a few more times.

I softly say back, “Back at you, big guy.” He bends his knees and both balls fall onto my face.  I suck one in, widen my mouth at much as possible, and carefully pull the other in.  His grip on my intensifies for a moment.  He savagely pulls me twice.  I use my tongue to swish spit all over him.  I suck his skin and run my tongue over the loose skin.  He’s moaning loudly.

He positions his other hand on my abs and his palm rubs the area under my unit, which he is now jacking at a steady pace.  Those fingers dip between my legs as he soothingly rubs my hairy inner thighs.  His fingers are getting close to my super-sensitive area, the spot between my balls and hole.  Rubbing that area causes me to cum almost instantly. 

I drop my head and let his balls free.  I say with a strained voice, “Please don’t rub me down there, I’m not ready to cum yet.”  He pats my abs and moves away.  He releases my dick and puts his hands on the back of my head, helping me sit up. 

He looks into my eyes with excitement and fire, “Well stud, what’s next?”  I stare at his body.  “Don’t be shy.  If I can hold you upside down for 10 minutes, I’m pretty sure I can fulfill any other strength wishes.”  I blush, he winks and rubs my legs, brushing my still rigid unit.

Oh man, entering new territory for me.  So many things I want this muscle God to do for me and to me, but where to start and not sound like a freak.  He sees my hesitation.  He lifts my head and looks me in the eyes.  I ask, “How strong are you?”  He smiles and does a double bicep while sitting to answer my question.  I reach out and touch one. “Can you curl me?” 

His face brightens. “Sure, not a problem. Stand up.”  We both stand.  My erection jutting out like an extra arm.  “Bend down slightly and bend your legs.”  I do.  He then lowers his body, puts an arm around my back and the other under my knees.  He stands up.  I loop my right arm around his neck.  He laughs and sarcastically says, “Really?”  I blush.  He lowers his head and kisses me.  “No offense taken.  Safety first.”  He winks and starts to curl my 170lb body upward.  No indication my weight is bothering him in the least.  I feel his biceps flex slightly.  His chest inflates and he flexes his pecs.  The fingers on my right-hand massage his scalp and rub his ear lobes.  He twists his neck in appreciation while continuing to curl me up and down.  After ten reps.  He looks me in the eyes and says, “Where to now rocket man?” 

He sets me down.  I pat his pecs and rub his arms.  “Can you squat with me on your shoulders?”  He smiles again.  He immediately squats down a bit and I move closer to him.  He snakes an arm through my legs and as he stands back up, pulls me onto his shoulders.  He reaches his other arm around the back of my neck, to secure me to his body.  I reach my right hand down and put it on his abs for stability.  He chuckles again and says, “I won’t drop you, trust me.”  I pat him.  “You’re basically my warm-up weight for squats, so…”  and with that he proceeds to do twenty squats.  I look at his legs and the muscles explode with each upward push.  His core is flexed and tight.  My right hand is still on his abs, but they feel like cobblestones.  I rub them.  My dick, which is still rock-hard flexes against his back.  His unit has started to re-harden.  After he finishes the set, he twists my body so I am laying over his right shoulder, my face looking down his back and his gorgeous ass.

He squats me another dozen times.  I take the opportunity to swat his ass when he’s in the crouch position.  He giggles and explodes up.  He slaps my ass when he’s in the standing position.  I’m going to love having a reddened ass.  A great reminder of my day. 

He walks back to the bed and drops his shoulder.  I roll off onto the bed.  I land on my back and stare up to him.  He smiles with his ‘what’s next’ look.

The next move I’m always frightened to ask, because it’s the hardest.  I see it in videos all the time and really want it done to me, but I know some guys don’t want to do it because of the chance we both could get hurt.  “Come on, spill it.”

I tentatively ask, “Can you press me, like you’re doing a bench press?”

He thinks about it for a moment and my mind races.  He’s going to say ‘no, too dangerous’, or ‘anything but that’.  Instead, he says “Yeah, I think we can do it.”  My heart and unit jump for joy.  He sees my dick bounce and casually says, “You may want to toss your briefs back on, so that missile doesn’t poke my eye out.”  We both laugh.

I get off the bed and slip on my briefs, trying to corral my unit into a not awkwardly looking position.  It still tents my briefs.  He lays on the bed, near the headboard.  He looks over at me and a smirk comes over his face.  I stand by.  He centers himself and looks over to me.  “I want you to crawl over my chest and lay on my hands.  I’m going to test your weight to see where my hands need to be so you’re not lopsided.”  I nod. 

He moves his hands so his palms are face up and elbows on the mattress.  I get on the bed and lean up on my knees.  I slowly lower my body over his flexed chest.  His hands come up to meet my body and he helps me lower down.  I can feel his strength in his fingers as they touch my body.  He makes small adjustments as I continue to lower myself.  Once I’m down he says, “Intertwine your legs.”  I do.  I feel his hands move around my body.  One hand between my legs, the other on my chest.  He calmly says, “Try not to wobble.  I have you.  You may need to steady yourself, so go ahead and use your hands.”  We both laugh. 

I put my hands on the bed.  He inhales and as he slowly exhales, he pushes my body up.  3 inches, 6 inches, a foot, his arms are fully extended.  I’m staring down.  I glance around.  I see his magnificent black body, muscles pumped, a sheen of sweat starting to coat him, and I think, ‘wow’.  My unit flexes in my briefs.  He sees it and says. “Glad that monster is in a cage. He’d be flopping all over the place it not.”

“You have no idea.”   I respond. He laughs and starts to lower me. Our bodies come into contact and he starts to press me again.  I keep my hands on the bed, but tentatively take one off.  I wobble and he adjusts his fingers and steadies me.  I feel his warm breath on my mid-section when he exhales.  He is not breathing heavily, but it is a deep, controlled breath. 

Next time down, he says, almost a command, “Take both hands off the bed this time.” He starts to lift me and I comply.  Both hands off the bed, but still close enough to grab it, it he faulters. He doesn’t.  He lifts me up, holds me for a few seconds, then slowly lowers me.  He does it again, and again.  After 10 reps my mind is racing and I’ve leaked enough pre-cum to saturate my boxer briefs.   

He lowers me one last time.  I lay across his chest.  Now he’s breathing heavily.  I lift my mid-section and turn my body so I am laying on top of him, chest to chest, face to face.

I lean down, kiss him gently on the lips and say, “Thank you.”  My cock is throbbing.  He feels it and his unit responds.  I feel is rise up between my thighs.  I smile to him as we continue to kiss. 

His hands wander to my back.  He feels my lats. They are no where near his level, but he just continues to feel me up.  I feel them move south toward my lower back.  His strong fingers massage the area.  He pushes my briefs off and his hands slip between my ass-cheeks.  He tenderly pulls them apart and softly runs his index fingers around my hole.  I moan into his mouth.

He quickly pulls them away, wraps his hands on my back again and rolls us over.  I am under him.  His magnificently muscled body covering me.  I sink into the soft white sheets and pillows.  Now it’s his turn to lean down and kiss me.  We lip-lock for several minutes, enjoying each other. 

He leans up, putting his hands on my chest and pushing up.  He stares into my eyes and says, “You turn.”  I give him a questioning look.  Not sure what he means, but I’ sure it will be fun.  He sees my look and says, “Put your hands on my chest big guy, right on the pecs.”  I do.  He flexes. I grope him.  He smiles again.  “Ready?”  He takes his hands off my chest and leans forward.  His body starts to come down on top of me.  Now, I’m a pretty in shape guy, all 170lbs of me.  My decline press is pretty good, about 190, but my flats suck at only 165.  He weighs 220.  If my math is right, his huge body is going to break my arms and crush me.   He starts to gain momentum.  I struggle to keep him from falling onto me.  It’s a losing battle.  Right before his slams into me, he Popeye like forearms reach out to the sides of me and slow his decent.  He kisses me.  “Go ahead, press me up big guy.”  He smiles at me and winks.  “I want to see how it feels to be pressed.”  My groin stirs even more.  He feels it and jokingly says, “See, even your dick knows you can do it.”  He lifts his chest off mine a bit.  I adjust my hands and move them more toward his shoulders and outer pecs.  His stiffens his body, making it easier for my hands to get a solid hold on him.  He dips his head, kisses me again, and winks. 

I close my eyes and concentrate on his weight.  I try to imagine I’m at the gym and I’m doing a regular bench press.  I think of his steel pecs and veiny muscular upper chest as the bar.  His solid 22-inch biceps are the plates.  My hands have a nice solid grip on him. I push up a bit to get a feel for the weight.  Once I get a sense of it, I start to apply pressure and push upward.  I struggle a bit at first.  It doesn’t seem like he is moving at all, but I slowly get the sense his body is lifting off me.  I continue to push, keeping my eyes closed.  His body rises off me about 4 or 5 inches.  His weight becomes too much and he drops back on top of me.

I open my eyes to see him smiling at me.  “Again?”  I cock an eyebrow at him.  He giggles and says, “You almost had it.  Try again, you’ll get it this time.”  He leans down and gives a sloppy kiss. He turns my head to one side and licks my earlobe. He blows warm air into my ear and whispers, “Get me up once and I’ll reward you handsomely.”  He grinds his hips backward and forward a few times.  My erection spasms under his weight and he feels it.

I close my eyes again and concentrate on the task at hand.  I put my hands back on his chest, this time a bit closer together.  I tentatively push up to be sure my hold is not lopsided, it’s not.  I let his body come back down.  He’s right on top of me.  I feel his warm breath on my face and in my hair. 

I take a deep breath and feel my body sink into the bed due to his added weight pushing down.  Once my chest is inflated, I start to exhale and push.  My body tenses.  My unit stiffens as well.  I apply more force and his body slowly lifts off me.  I start to break a light sweat.  I’m out of breath.  I take a quick gulp of air and continue to push.  I open my eyes.  He’s still smiling at me.  He winks.  I’m too busy to wink back.  He’s half way up.  My elbows are still bent.  Just need to get them fully extended.

Another gulp of air.  As I exhale, I grunt and push with all my strength.  He’s fully off my body.  My arms straighten. My mind races. I think to myself, ‘I did it!’  He quickly moves his legs to the sides of my body, leans up, and takes his weight off my hands.  He smiles and says, “See.  I knew you had it in you.”

My hands drop to his thighs.  I feel the muscles and rub them.  He flexes them.  My rock-hard unit, still under his 220 lbs. flexes again, pushing into his body. He laughs. 

I move my left hand back to his chest and caress the area under his right pec.  He flexes it.  I tweak his nipple.  He moans.  I twist it a bit harder. 

He moves his hands to the sides of my head.  His fingers massage the area behind my ears.  They then move to the nape of my neck.  He flexes his fingers and I feel my muscles contract and release.  He leans down and simultaneously pulls my head up.  We meet.  We kiss.  Slowly, passionately, intensely.  He lowers my head and his comes with it. 

Once back on the pillow, he lets his full weight settle on me.  His legs extend out and intertwine with mine.  I reach around his back and entwine my hands again.  I attempt to pull him closer.  His body on mine. His muscles touching me.  My mind racing with erotic thoughts again.  I squeeze tighter and kiss him more vigorously.  I release my breath into his mouth.  He sucks it in, then blows it back into mine. I move my legs and wrap them around his lower back again.  I squeeze my whole body and hold on to him tightly. 

He breaks our kiss and whispers, “Don’t let go.”  I nod.  He places his hands next to my head and pulls his legs up, so he is now on all fours, with me holding onto him.  He maneuvers to the edge of the bed.  “Hold on stud, your reward is now starting.”  I squeeze a bit tighter.  His legs leave the bed as he begins to stand up, pulling me up with him. His hands move to my lower back.  He gets a good grip.  His power causes me to spurt another blob of pre-cum. He feels it and mashes me against him, smearing the blob around. I sigh.

My hands wander his back, feeling his lats.  He moves away from the bed and walks around the room, showing me how negligible my weight is to him.  He flexes his arms, pulling me into a crushing bear hug, which he holds for a few seconds.  I moan, deeply.  He casually says, “That’s right stud, muscle God going to get you to blow a geyser of a load for him.”  His deep voice commanding me, “Feel my power, give in to your desires, your needs, your wants.” I moan loudly.  He pulls me closer, licks my ear, and with a voice that sounds like it started in his abs, says, “Come on baby, I can feel your need to let loose and cover me with your load.  Don’t hold back.  Your muscle God can take it.” 

I feel the urgency he mentions.  I release a hand from his back and try to move it between our bodies so I can grab my unit and jerk it.  He senses my need and walks back to the bed.  He lowers me onto the bed, on my back.  I scoot to the middle of it.  He joins me, crawling up my body like shadow enveloping me.  My left hand instantly grasps my unit and starts to pull on it.  His chest then abs cross the area.  His head meets mine.  He kisses me.  He lays part of his body on my right side.  His right-hand wanders around my body, from my pecs to my abs, then to my nether region. His fingers expertly massage my balls, causing more moisture to escape me. 

He props his head up on his left hand.  I move my right hand awkwardly to his partially flexed left bicep.  I grasp it and mash it with my hand.  I moan to him softly, pleadingly, “Flex for me.”  He smiles as he sees my seriousness.  He slowly flexes his left bicep.  I sigh, as my load builds.  His fingers continue to wander south and I feel them at the entrance to my hole. His middle finger probes me.  He pushes it in.  I try to relax to grant him access, but with the rest of my body straining for impending release, my hole is clamped shut. 

It does not deter him.  I feel him apply some pressure and it slips in.  I open my mouth, but no noise escapes me.

I’m so close. He fully flexes his left bicep and I grope it, trying to mash it with my fingers.  He flexes even more.  His middle finger starts to piston in and out of me. 

My body goes into over drive.  My load races up my unit and explodes out. “Auuggghhhhh...”  I let loose.  Cum flies out of me.  My first shot covers my chest and abs.  My second catches his body.  I continue to yank with abandon.  My third and fourth shots go everywhere.  My chest receives another few droplets of cum, as does his body.   His finger slows and he un-flexes his left arm.  My hand still gropes his soft muscle.

He leans over and kisses me softly.  I whisper to him, “Thank you.” He winks at me as his right-hand wanders over my body.

He finally rolls onto his back.  Now his left-hand is caressing me.  My fading erection slows.  My right hand slips under his left arm and rubs his forearm.  He pauses and entwines our hands.  He squeezes. I do the same.  

We lay for a few more minutes, cooling off, regaining our composure.

He surprises me with the question, “What is your perfect man like?” I lean up onto my right side. I draw circles on his pec with my left index finger.  I massage the muscle and tweak his nipple.  He moves his arms behind his head, flexing his biceps in the process. 

I stare at this God like figure and say, “You.”

He cocks an eyebrow at me and questioningly says, “Me?”  I nod.  “Why?  You hardly know me’ 

I reach my left hand down and caress the right side of his face.  I answer as honestly as I can, “You’re smart, funny, fun to be around…” He eyes me up indicating ok, “…good looking…” I ogle his body again, “…Strong…” He un-flexes and reflexes his biceps and chest, “and a nice guy.”  Now it’s his turn to blush. “You asked.  Dude, you already know I’m into guys with muscles.” He nods again. “I’ve met too many who are narcissistic goof balls whose only concern is to see how fast they can get me off by smashing their muscles against my face or body.” I pause.  “You, on the other hand, are friendly, concerned about me, want to know what I want, and try to fulfill those wishes.”  I look at him again and rub his pecs.  “Also, once they see what I’m toting around downstairs,” he lets out a soft chuckle, “they tend to get scared and feel like they have to one up me somehow.”

“You do realize you’re paying me.  How do you know I’m not some jerk in ‘real life’?”  He air quotes the last part.  I rub his bicep.

I look into his soft brown eyes and say, “I dunno, just something about the way you carry yourself.”  He looks at me.  “Yeah, you’re all this,” I wave a hand at his God like body, he blushes, “but you don’t force it on me.  I’m sure you treat everyone else the same way.”

He retorts, “I can be dominate.”

“I’m sure you can, if that’s what a guy is looking for.  But my guess is, you like to be a big, soft, muscular teddy bear most of the time.”  I lean down and we kiss again.

Cam looks over to me and says, “Wow Paulo, that was great.”  I smile and nod. “Have you kept in touch with him?”

I reply, “Sadly, no.”  I think back and smile.  “Those two times we met up were two of the most fun times I ever had with a guy.”  I chuckle to myself.

Ming adds, “Somehow I can’t see you as ever being a lanky, 170lb guy.”

I look my 235lb body over and say, “Yeah, that was me back when I was in my late teens.  I guess seeing what that guy could do and how he took such great care of his body started me on my journey.”

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